I love food. I just had the greatest dinner – eggs with onions and basil, cucumbers, heirloom tomatoes. For the first time this year, I have a CSA membership in a farm that will provide organic vegetables all winter through. I’m so grateful that other people want to study and grow delicious food for me.
-Katy
This quote from Pack of Two by Caroline Knapp made me laugh out loud.
“Living with a dog is like being followed around 24 hours a day by a mute psychoanalyst. Feelings float up from inside and attach themselves to the dog, who will not question their validity, or hold up your behavior to scrutiny, or challenge your perceptions.”
-Katy
M just sent me this animation, which I had to watch twice right away.
Simon the animator must have been spying at my house because this is an exact record of the daily goings on. Shred for shred.
- Estyn
I’m grateful for Pema Chodron’s unwavering honesty. Today, she makes me laugh.
“We are fundamentally alone, and there is nothing anywhere to hold on to. Moreover, this is not a problem.”
-Katy
I have repetitive anxiety dreams that I’m late, because I’m packing, and I don’t have it together enough to leave yet. But last night I dreamt that I was just giving it all away and headed out the door.
It was so freeing. Maybe another indication that I may be returning to meditation soon.
-Katy
It feels like the end of summer. On the day I brought in the first big, ripe tomatoes, I found an orange leaf on the ground, announcing autumn around the corner.
But for now abundance is the name of the game. The cucumbers seem to go from two to twelve inches overnight. I’ve made five quarts of refrigerator pickles and four pints of cucumber relish, and I doubt we’re done.
It’s a good kind of overwhelm though, all this plenty. I’m loving stepping out to pick part of dinner. And I’m so grateful for the summer we’ve had, so different from last year’s washout.
- Estyn
Several people I’m close to have lost family members recently. Terrible, pointless, too young deaths.
But it’s still summer.
And many of us are still alive.
Today I’m counting all my dear ones who are still around.
-Katy
To be healthier.
To have enough money.
To have passed my statistics quiz.
To get to go to Women’s Music Festival.
After reading your post the other day about the James Taylor lyric, it got stuck on repeat inside my head. To purge it, I sang it out loud, which is always a good feeling. And then I sang it with great gusto, which had a Pied Piper effect, bringing four concerned cats running.
“Any fool can do it… try not to try too hard.”
- Estyn
