You are witnessing something very special!
A plant that has managed to survive my brown thumb!
This lovely cactus was a birthday gift last year from a dear friend.
I have mostly ignored it which I understand cacti prefer.
I was thrilled to see small blossoms appearing in the last few days.
Am I joining the ranks of those chosen few whose flowers and plants actually live more than one season??
My sweet little Schlumbergera….my schlumie!
Be still my beating heart!
In my not so crazy but wanting to be sophisticated youth, my friends and I drank Mateus for special occasions,
Now we go to wine tastings and have refined palettes.
Or, so we like to think!
“At no other time does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth; in a smell that is in no way inferior to the smell of the sea, bitter where it borders on taste, and more honeysweet where you feel it touching the first sounds.
“Containing depth within itself, darkness, something of the grave almost.”
“For me, it is a foretaste of all of my life of faith. Each year repeats itself, proclaiming more loudly than before,
“It is not over, it is just beginning. Wait ‘til next year and see how much more glorious it will be.”
~Rainer Maria Rilke
As you can see from my previous post “Herbsttag” I am still reading Rilke when I find time. Longing for the wonderful days of my youth when I could read at leisure!
Walking and walking so much in the last few weeks brought to mind Rilke’s poem “Autumn Day”.
I feel almost lightheaded as I read his words, especially the last verse.
It describes my life during the long days and nights of winter.
This is when I miss my Husband. He would understand my feelings.
Fluent in German he could help me with the translation.
Autumn Day*
Lord: it is time. The summer was great.
Lay your shadows onto the sundials
and let loose the winds upon the fields.
Command the last fruits to be full,
give them yet two more southern days,
urge them to perfection, and chase
the last sweetness into the heavy wine.
Who now has no house, builds no more.
Who is now alone, will long remain so,
will stay awake, read, write long letters
and will wander restlessly here and there
in the avenues, when the leaves drift.
* There are many translations but I like this one by J Mullen.
Delicious, nutritious and easy to prepare!
Before and after.
These will be eaten in less than two days!
This brought a smile!
Takes my mind off other “shots” such as covid vaccines, boosters, flu shots…
My doctor expressed his frustration the other day with his patients who would not get their covid shots.
A local theatre requires proof of vaccination for entry.
So much controversy.
Maybe I will try a shot of whiskey after all!
Life continues to be chaotic.
Too much to do in too little time.
Too much uncertainty.
Good intentions however.
Looking for something on my desk, I ran across this note.
Not sure when or why I wrote this.
My scribbling tells me that I was in a hurry.
That seems to the state of my life these days.
OK, I need to breathe deeply and enjoy the view from my window.
Everything is OK.
Seattle is home to Amazon.
Like him or not, Jeff Bezos changed the world of retail and made a pretty penny along the way.
I remember when he first started and was not making any money with his ventures.
Who knew that he would give new meaning to the word amazon?
Continue reading “Signs from Seattle”
I don’t cry very much.
In fact, I wish I could cry easily and more often.
Over the years I have learned to maintain control.
My emotions are contained.
I wear a happy face.
Masks and sunglasses have helped maintain my facade.
Unless I am in church. Then my guard is down and tears come easily.
“Amazing Grace” did it for me this past Sunday.
The healing grace of a good cry.
Does a body good.
Lori Greer in Portland 