Thursday, August 28, 2014

Being Still

Such a beautiful day. I know that "out there" things are so crazy and I'm sorry, I can't even begin to talk with any knowledge about any of it. I suppose I have truly come to a place in my life where I don't feel as if I can do a damn thing about a damn thing except perhaps what is right here.

I'm going to go work in my garden. I'm sick and tired of the poor excuses for lettuce and greens I am finding in the stores and I want to get ready for the fall planting of my own. 

That is about all I feel capable of at this moment and barely capable of that. 


  1. I know what you mean about the world burning up out there. I can't do anything about it either except beam love into the ether. I have even stopped watching the news, which is unheard of for me. It's a lot more peaceful now. lovelovelove

  2. I've also stopped listening to the news -- even NPR! I'm not sure if that's the right thing to do, but it's all I CAN do at the moment. Going out to the garden sounds like a perfect thing to do. My pots of citrus and flowers desperately need water, but we're running out out here, so I feel guilty keeping them watered. That's depressing, isn't it? Maybe I should just go outside and pray for rain like they do in Texas.

  3. Angella- It's hard for me to beam love anywhere some days. But I'll try. It can't hurt.

    Elizabeth- Right. You're supposed to save your gray water, right? Ooh boy. I'm not listening to much of NPR either. It's just all too fucking much. Too much to bear.

  4. Do you know that poem by Mary Oliver, The Journey? You can read it here if you want:

    It always makes me cry but the best part is the end, where she reminds us that the only life we can save is our own.

    Please do only what you are capable of and no more. Some days are like that and by being gentle with ourselves, as kind to ourselves as we are capable of in that moment, we send gentle ripples out into the world. I don't know. Leave that if it's not helpful.

    What I'm saying is that if all you are capable of is tending to your own body, then do that, and that is enough, it is all you ever can do anyway. Or today, at least.

  5. Tending our gardens, whatever they may be, is kind of a sacred task...

  6. Just got back in from 3 days on the boat. And the garden needs to be picked and weeded. Tomorrow! I can do no more tonight except fix some grilled eggplant and get some sleep.

  7. Ms, Vesuvius- What a beautiful poem. She really writes what we all feel, doesn't she? Thank you for the link. Some days are just hard. We get through. With a little help from our friends. Thank you for being one of them.

    A- I think so. I do.

    Syd- Grilled eggplant is so delicious. I hope you got good rest.

  8. I’d kill for a house like that. So rural and hidden away by greenery - it’s beautiful. You are incredibly lucky!


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