August 23, 2015
“Spring was a fever and autumn will be a regret, but this is the month of its own successful achievement to be more than barely sentient. . . . August is the month when the solid and the domestic triumph, when the prudent come into their own. The very birds, whose springtime was devoted to love and music, are now responsible parents who have forgotten how to sing. The early flowers of the woods waved their brief blossoms and are forgotten, but the roadside and the fields are taken over now by the strong, coarse, and confident weeds.”
— Joseph Wood Krutch, The Twelve Seasons: A Perpetual Calendar for the Country
September 3, 2012
” . . . work is not an expression of the desire for praise or recognition, or prizes, but the deepest manifestation of your gratitude for the gift of life.”
— Stanley Kunitz, The Wild Braid: A Poet Reflects on a Century in the Garden
Today’s quote is food for thought on this Labor Day holiday — work as a manifestation of gratitude. I do believe that some of the most fortunate people are those who have found work that offers meaning and pleasure. The kind of work that you never want to retire from.
Parenting is that kind of work. As is farming and gardening, teaching and construction. Nurturing life. Creating beauty and usefulness. How lucky are those who have found work that feeds the soul.
July 27, 2012
“I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don’t notice it.”
This concludes our walks along the color wheel. Hope you enjoyed the rambles!
“My aim is to take familiar things and make
Poetry of them, and do it in such a way
That it looks as if it was easy as could be
For anybody to do it (although he’d sweat
And strain and work his head off, all in vain).
Such is the power of judgment, of knowing what
It means to put elements together
In just the right way; such is the power of making
A perfectly wonderful thing out of nothing much.”
— Horace, translated by David Ferry
I love this quote, and I take its message as a personal challenge . . . to find the extraordinary in the ordinary moments of my day, to find the poetry in the commonplace, and to make wonderful things out of nothing much.
This week, for example, my eyes are drawn to the rabbit-ears topping Spanish lavender. I am seeing this lavender in bloom now in borders, parking strips, and gardens. Our lavender festivals in Washington and Oregon are not held until mid-July, and those fields feature other, later-blooming kinds of lavender, like Grosso lavender.
My watercolor sketches are my attempt to make something wonderful out of this common plant.
May 22, 2011
Sequim is known as the “Lavender Capital of North America.” Each July it hosts a three-day lavender festival (www.lavenderfestival.com). With our cool spring this year, it was way too early to see any lavender blooms in the fields during my May visit. Still, I couldn’t help but think about lavender while I was there.
Back in Seattle, I am seeing a few lavender plants with flowers already.
August 18, 2010
It is a month past the peak of the lavender season, but they were still harvesting at the Lavender Wind Farm on Whidbey Island.
August 1, 2010
“Morning and evening, season by season, year after year we watch the sun rise and set, death and resurrection daily come and go, beginnings and endings follow one another without terror and without woe. We come to realize that we are simply small parts of a continuing creation, and we take hope and comfort and perspective from that.”
— from Wisdom Distilled from the Daily: Living the Rule of St. Benedict Today by Joan Chittister, OSB
Nature can be another catalyst for contemplation. Here are some photos taken during my contemplative walks around the grounds of St. John’s University:
“We have to learn to be mindful that creation belongs to God and we have only been put here as its keepers.”
— from Wisdom Distilled from the Daily by Joan Chittister, OSB