Today, I’m less interested in food for thought and more interested in sitting a spell. You too?
Read what Katrina Kennison has to say about the last Saturday afternoon in September.
Listen to Carrie Rodriquez and Chip Taylor sing “Big Moon Shining” and feel yourself exhale.
Linger a while over at habit. I’m a guest over there again, starting today and through October.
Consider the liles of the field,
the blue banks of camas opening
into acres of sky along the road.
Would the longing to lie down
and be washed by that beauty
abate if you knew their usefulness,
how the natives ground their bulbs
for flour, how the settlers’ hogs
uprooted them, grunting in gleeful
oblivion as the flowers fell?
And you—what of your rushed
and useful life? Imagine setting it all down—
papers, plans, appointments, everything—
leaving only a note: “Gone
to the fields to be lovely. Be back
when I’m through with blooming.”
Even now, unneeded and uneaten,
the camas lilies gaze out above the grass
from their tender blue eyes.
Even in sleep your life will shine.
Make no mistake. Of course
your work will always matter.
Yet Solomon in all his glory
was not arrayed like one of these.
Blessing the Bread: Meditations