I've finished reading A Sideways Look at Clouds and have started reading Horizon by Barry Lopez.
As it seems to happen...I find connections.
This week's On Being Newsletter features an interview with Craig Minowa and Cloud Cult which led me down a rabbit hole of listening.
In the interview there is a discussion about hope, and then later as I read Horizon I find:
"We, all of us, look back over our lives, trying to make sense of what happened, to see what enduring threads might be there. My further desire in planning this book was to create a narrative that would engage a reader intent on discovering a trajectory in her or his own life, a coherent and meaningful story, at a time in our cultural and biological history when it has become an attractive option to lose faith in the meaning of our lives. At a time when many see little more on the horizon but the suggestion of a dark future."
Thinking about time this morning.
And hope.
Also... a link for the cloud watchers, this is a nice one for identifying the scientific names of clouds. This morning I would say I have Stratus clouds...a gray blanket of low clouds (pure coincidence I am sure).
The forecast is for sunny skies although I wish it would rain just a bit more and water the garden.
Lunch wasn't cooked enough (the sweet potatoes mostly) and then I burnt the rest of it.
Something went awry with the no-bake cookies and they didn't set up right.
The cookies are salvageable, the vegetable stew not so much.
Maybe it's time for another nap... and to mend that hole in the blanket.
Yesterday I went to the beach for a couple hours, early while it was quiet.
Mostly people launching kayaks and paddle boards. One very beautiful rowboat went by...
The water was incredibly still and the sky immense.
I've been waking up around 2 or 3 AM the last few days.
The moon is beautiful on the SW horizon.
Full moon, super moon, Buck moon, Hay Moon, Thunder Moon, Earth's moon.
Thinking about gravitational pull and tides.
About locks (padlocks, boat locks).
The roses are blooming.
The bees are busy.
A guest in the garden.
I leave as much of the Dame's Rocket in the garden as I can for them.
A little doodle and a question.
What if instead of answering the question "What do you want to be when you grow up" with a career we thought more broadly?
What kind of a person do we want to be?
And just when are we "grown up?"
Inspired by Nancy, I took this picture a couple weeks ago on my way home...
I used to take a lot of pictures of my commute when I went by bus and foot.
A large part of me misses this kind of commuting.
It's more connected to community and location.
This week is my staycation.
I am spring cleaning.
Trying to clear spaces.
I will be devoting some of each day to making as well...
Today: stitching on a piece of fabric sent to me many years ago by Jude.
It's time.
This morning's mending.
This morning I've been mending the shirt I want to wear today.
I wanted to stitch a message on the seam but there isn't enough time so I went with a star on the sleeve.
It's a little crooked.
Make a wish...
The satisfying thing about hand sewing is that just sewing one or two needles of thread feels like an accomplishment at times.
Next up, joining this strip of three, to the 6 patch that already been assembled.
Later.
Not sleeping again, this morning listening to Ezra Klein interview Ruth Ozeki. There were so many ideas that were intriguing but this especially, Ozeki describes books as being a rhizomatic network, meaning that they talk to each other. This is something I believe, something I know. No thinking required. So many things do this...including the things we make.
A few days ago, the podcast of choice was Jerry Colonna and Krista Tippet, On Being:
There’s this notion of Carl Jung, the psychiatrist — ”I am not what has happened to me; I am what I choose to become.” And the focus of your energy and your vocation is how that manifests in leadership and at work. I think it’s really important that you acknowledge that — that work gives us means to create the safety upon which our lives depend; that it feeds and shelters us and those we love; that work can give meaning, but work can also be a means of our suffering. And in fact, without self-knowledge, work — which most of us struggle with; it’s not like that’s ever complete — that work is a place that we play out and replay what has happened to us…. Krista Tippet
I now have two more books checked out, two on hold, and two more on my wish list.
This is why I never catch up with my reading.
"Tell me what is it you plan to do with your one precious life?" Mary Oliver, The Summer Day
The Gibson Moon, he sleeps just fine.