I read a book that everyone seems to have read, and I found out it’s been made into a movie a while back. It’s called “Sarah’s Key”. I guess I am not on top of things, but that’s never bothered me before.
Hey, I just discovered The Public Library again too. It’s so great, because as much as I long to be swimming in the ocean these days, or relaxing in a thermal bath in Switzerland, I can’t. But getting lost in a good book is the next best thing, so go out and get your library card and start to read: and, it’s free.
I have a friend who is so cool. His name is Tosh, and he has this site that has his book reviews. Whatever book he has said is great, well, it is. Check it out. You will find a book that is new to you, and perfect for your next mental get-away.
The beauty of flowers, the color of the blue sky, the smell of honey and clover and fresh-cut grass in the air…it sure makes me smile and feel like there is nothing wrong with the world.
I am feeling grateful and drinking in what is here in my garden.
I’ll finish this week’s post with a poem that I thought was by Rumi, but one that is actually by Rashani Rea. It’s a poem that you might want to read out loud: Enjoy!
There is a brokenness out of which comes the unbroken,
a shatteredness out of which blooms the unshatterable.
There is a sorrow beyond all grief which leads to joy.
And a fragility out of which depth emerges strength.
There is a cry deeper than all sound whose serrated edges cut the heart as we break open to the place which is unbreakable and whole.
It’s kind of funny, because women under 50 don’t read this blog – they think it’s some kind of thang that they might catch, this being over 50. And funny too that some of my friends who are men read it, secretly, never commenting.
No matter who you are these days, I have a feeling that all of us are in the same boat, as a humanity, and that the intensity, the shocks, are being felt on some level by everyone.
I have met people recently who have had the whole side of their house sheared off from a hail storm that hit in the middle of the night, with all windows being shattered in the house and their cars. And I’m not talking about Joplin, Missouri either.
I have met people recently who have lost everything: their jobs, their homes, their future. They have a blank look behind their eyes, that suggests no more hope.
I also meet a lot of people trying their best to believe themselves when they are asked how they are doing and they answer, “I’m Awesome!”
I realize that all of us are finding our own way to be OK with these times, in our own ways, the best we can.
Observing, feeling compassion and imagining that things will get better, once the chaos is over, is my way. I am trying to be very open to magic and awe-some-ness. So finding words from the mystic poet, Rumi is one of the gifts that I have stumbled upon recently that I want to share.
Wishing you well,
“This being human is a guest house. Every morning is a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor…welcome and entertain them all.
Treat each guest honorably. The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.”
It’s been tough, as in, hard to keep up with life, this past week or so for me.
Mercury, the planet of communications and anything to do with that (i.e. computers, cell phones, etc.) went retrograde and still has a week to go until it goes direct.
No one is getting back to anyone with any of the many ways we can be in touch: cell phones, email, texting; it feels like we all need a nap from the world as we know it.
At least I do.
For this week’s post I thought I would share a really good recipe that I use for making bread that’s about as simple as brushing your teeth, except since I left the flour in the bowl for a day, it didn’t turn out to be all that easy to make! So I won’t be sharing that just yet (no pictures!).
Then I thought I’d share some pictures of the green explosion of plants and flowers since there have been days almost reaching 90 degrees here, but also tornadoes, hail, constant winds and thunder and lightning. Every day is so different from the last. It’s feels unreal.
I won’t even go into politics, earthquakes, nuclear meltdowns, Monsanto, the price of gas, or anything else that I cannot bear to hear about any more.
So instead I will share with you a poem from Rumi because some things don’t change, and he expresses what I cannot on how I really feel lately.