the beauty we love

 

Summer is so gorgeous.  Sometimes I think I love the mornings most, with the fresh dew sparkling in the morning light, the flowers in full bloom by 5:30, the air full of bird song, the otherwise quiet cool. But then sometimes I think I love the evenings best when the moisture descends into the valleys and the shadows make everything green in a new way.  Sometimes I think I couldn't love this place more. And then I do.  We are so lucky.

We spent a weekend in the Twin Cities recently with friends and family.  An annual retreat for us to city and poolside.  Always such a pleasure and always so good to come home to this lush country. 

Andy built a new screen door for us this week out of butternut boards he had milled from a tree that came down in my dad's neighborhood.  It turned out really lovely.

Tuesday we head to Mayo again for two days of testing and discussion.  Maybe we'll decide what's next, maybe we won't.  It really couldn't be more unknown right now. 

Keep walking, though there's no place to get to.

Don't try to see through the distances.

That's not for human beings.

Move within, but don't move the way fear makes you move.

Today, like every other day, we wake up empty and frightened.

Don't open the door to the study and begin reading.

Take down a musical instrument.

Let the beauty we love be what we do.

There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.

~Rumi