I believe there is something of the divine mystery in everything that exists. We can see it sparkle in a sunflower or a poppy. We sense more of the unfathomable mystery in a butterfly that flutters from a twig–or in a goldfish swimming in a bowl. But we are closest to God in our own soul. Only there can we become one with the greatest mystery of life. In truth, at very rare moments we can experience that we ourselves are that divine mystery.
~ Jostein Gaarder, Sophie’s World
Hello! How are you? Thriving and having some wonderful springtime adventures, I hope.
I’ve been Away again, visiting with family in Pennsylvania. It’s crazy isn’t it, all this traveling I’ve been doing? Sometimes I am no longer sure if I’m coming or going. In fact, sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and wonder where I am. I don’t know how musicians, and others who have to travel regularly, do it. It’s exhausting.
I am having a little trouble keeping up with the season, too. Through my travels I’ve managed to experience early and mid-spring a couple of times now. For instance, our peonies here on the Wabi-Sabi Ranch are finished for the season. As the peonies were finishing here, they were just getting started when I was out in Ohio, and they were at peak where I was in Pennsylvania this past weekend.
I’m not really sure what’s going on here on the ranch lately. It’s been raining since I returned home and I haven’t ventured farther than the porch when it comes to getting outside. Normally I’d don my rain gear and go for it, but the grass is high and we have a bumper crop of ticks this year so I’m in no hurry to swish through the jungle that’s growing outside. I’ll have to gear up and go out soon whether I like it or not. A reliable source (that would be M) tells me there are flowers and vegetables in the greenhouse ready to plant.
During my trip up to Lancaster County, Pennsylvania, I saw a lot of these signs:
It was a refreshing change from the signs posted in my neighborhood. It is interesting to note, though, that some of those Frump-Menace (because I don’t want to use their real names) signs have come down. The proposed budget that we’re all hearing so much about lately is not popular with farmers, you see, and most of those Frump-Menace signs were put up by farmers who, I suspect, are now feeling betrayed.
It should also be noted that there are folks protesting the “welcome” signs. What they seem most unhappy about is that the first line is in Spanish and they believe that since this is America, English should be the first and only language used. M and I thought the best way to solve the problem would be to omit the English completely. That way, the folks who are using English as an excuse to complain (when their real complaint is something else) would be unlikely to translate the signs, and those for whom the signs are really intended would have no trouble translating them. Then again, perhaps the signs are intended for those who are doing the complaining. A dig, maybe, or a way of letting their neighbors know where they stand on certain issues.
I reckon that’s about it from me on this cloudy, rainy Wednesday. Thank you so much for stopping by and taking a little wander with me. I’d suggest meeting for sunset, but I don’t think we’ll see much this evening. The clouds, they say, will be here for a few more days. Possibly through the weekend. If by chance the sky should clear enough, sunset is scheduled for 8:14 PM. I’ll keep an eye out and if it looks good, meet you at the Point so we can see what’s going on out there.
Be good, be kind, be loving. Just Be. 🙂
A few of the 10,000 reasons to be happy: 196) Safe travels, there and back. 197) The many shades of green. 198) Visits with family. 199) Visits with friends, whether that be out in the world or here in the blogosphere. 200) Watching the Great Blue Heron who fishes our pond take flight. It never ceases to amaze me how those big creatures can so gracefully go from wading in the water to flying through the air.