So much transformation.
So much letting go.
So much seeing the world through changed eyes.
Even the United States Postal Service had a finger in this pie!
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Where Peace and Love Are Still Alive and Well 2 x 5" bookmark; acrylic, ink, and collage on card stock abstract 2021 |
My days are robustly, resoundingly, generously, (sometimes) overwhelmingly, and unfailingly filled-to-the-brim of late.
I bookmark moments as I move through each day.
This morning:
• smoothing out blanket wrinkles together with Dave while we make our bed first thing;
• walking at 445a in a world filled with birdsong and sunrise and fresh air;
• searching high and low for—and then locating!—at Stop & Shop the sandwich 'slider' rolls requested by Caroline for her upcoming visit;
• writing up reminders for my tutorial schedule for next week;
• plucking a ripe ripe red red strawberry from our garden and popping its burst of juice in my mouth;
• restocking toilet paper in our bathrooms; and
• making a bookmark—an actual physical bookmark for marking a stopping/starting place in a book—from a postcard I painted earlier this year.
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| Not Following National News 1.75 x 5.75" bookmark; acrylic, ink, pencil, and collage on cardstock abstract 2021 |
The following YouTube clip recently came to my attention.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ac7G7xOG2Ag*
Huh?
I hear the words, I hear a cadence that indicates there may be meaning in them, but the meaning eludes me completely.
I admit to several moments of similar feelings of being lost when I set out to follow steps to deactivate the Feedburner subscription service at my blog and activate a new service, faced as I was with computer-related gobbledy-gook that had me shaking my head, muttering, Huh?
However, I quelled my fleeting panic and here I am to do a test run to see if existing subscriptions to my posts are still functional.
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*I just watched this clip again. Totally hits my funny bone every time!
Thursday 27 May 2021
the day was just another day
and then something stopped.
something else began.
Eliza Minot, The Tiny One
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| Each Moment Undertaken Simply for Its Own Self 1.75 x 5" bookmark; acrylic, ink, and collage abstract 2021 |
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Matchmaker, Matchmaker, Make me a match, Find me a find, Catch me a catch! |
When I lived in the Netherlands, the folks in my neighborhood in the Hague swept their front paths and the sidewalk space in front of their homes regularly, with purpose and pride, keeping those walkways fresh, clean, and inviting.
So it is when I sleep. In the night, great sweeping takes place. The tracks of one day are swept away. I wake to the fresh, clean, inviting spaciousness of a new day and step into it.
Today, already—
a walk before dawn,
rain pattering on my umbrella,
a vast puddle, deeper than perceived, that only gets deeper as I aim to step out of it!,
nascent Japanese maple leaves kissing brand-new dogwood blossoms in Betty's shade garden,
the tying of red ribbon around a gift,
the sweet-tart pop of blueberries for breakfast.
Look what falls into my lap while poking around a file for something else today:
“I once knew this little girl,”
Father Barry was saying,
“who had to do a reading in church.
She’d memorized the Twenty-third Psalm.
And she got up,
all confidence,
and she began,
‘The Lord is my shepherd ...’
And she was stuck.
She tried again.
‘The Lord is my shepherd ...’
And she couldn’t remember another thing.
And so she just looked out
at the congregation
and said,
‘Well, that’s enough for now.’
And that, I think,
is going to have to be the way
we all approach this ...”
The words of that little excerpt from Jacquelyn Mitchard's A Theory of Relativity turn out to be just the right words for me, right here, right now.
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