the days are still too warm and a touch humid for me.
but i recognize the slant of this late afternoon sunshine.
doing errands, the red of the swamp maples caught my eye.
i was restless under the bright harvest moon early this morning.
i've been dreaming about butternut apple soup,
and fresh pressed cider.
it's coming...
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if you are not yet saturated,
if you are not yet saturated,
here are some beautiful 9/11 links i found.
I had the window open and the moonlight,bright moonlight woke me up...and the soup ...yes, soup has been on my mind too and apples and pumpkins.....looking foward to it...this new season coming
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I'm curious about what I was eavesdropping on last night:) Butternut apple soup sounds so good!
ReplyDeleteGotta love cats--a reminder of the importance of rest! And thanks for linking to me.
ReplyDeleteHenry still being a blob? I have a new cat friend here who actually likes me! A 17 year old cat named Taz. She's black with white mittens.
ReplyDeleteWe are already at the Harvest Moon? But it seems like summer.
ReplyDeleteLast week I made soup, which seems to indicate that fall is creeping closer. Today we had soup again, but it was light and clear with plenty of beet greens making it have a late summer taste. Maybe next week will be time for roasted squash with onion soup.
The paper cranes in the tree are so beautiful, you could hear the silence....
ReplyDeleteI found this comment on a blog of a wife who's husband is severely ill, they have two small children...
What's the point {of holding on/ resisting change}? You can't hold onto it anyway. It's all going to go away. In the end, if not before.
This may sound like a desolate and despairing scenario, yet the truth is, it's liberating. You can't have anything forever. If you had it forever, the having of it would mean nothing.
The Holy Experience is knowing this. Each moment becomes truly holy, because each moment ends. It cannot be held onto forever. Not a single moment can. Therefore, every single moment is sacred.
Like a snowflake, the moments fall and form a collection that melts into the stream of our lives that evaporates into nothingness, disappearing from sight but not from Reality, condensing and forming cloudy formations, which then drop down as new snowflakes, new lives, starting the whole cycle over again.
Each snowflake, each moment, is utterly magnificent; cryingly, achingly, tearfully beautiful, unfathomably perfect. As is each life."