It’s not often that I wish I’d paid closer attention in my high school physics class.
And yet, on a morning when the air is so thick and muggy that I have the car’s A/C running and the itty-bit-but-just-enough stream of raindrops require some windshield wiper action but I still can’t see — am thinking a more comprehensive understanding of glass properties i.e. the hot to cold ratio for clarity might serve me well.
It can also be fun to drift about in a soft fog– and yes, I am prone to such behavior, but while driving a car? Probably not recommended.
Yes, I call her my baby girl. No, she is not my child — I was there from the moment she was born and she changed my life for the better– and so she will always be my baby girl.
On Sunday, we went over to Boston College and walked the labyrinth which was so fabulous. A replica of the labyrinth at Chartres! Who knew? Well, aside from my sister who brought us there . .
Proof yet again, there are things right around the corner for you to discover — right now!
Two of my favorite moments of the weekend:
one, on Saturday, I came into the sunroom where my brother was reading. I had a book in my hand and was looking for a quiet place to read. We exchanged hellos– and then both of us dropped into our own reading worlds. It was so lovely to be reading in the same space with him. I know that must sound utterly weird. I never see him– why wouldn’t we be having a big conversation? But this was far more connected, for me– anyway, to share sacred space.
two, similar to the first — I came down Sunday morning with my book. Got a coffee and headed out into the back yard where my sister, brother-in-law, and my niece’s friend (in the photo above, who is like a niece to me) were all on the patio reading. I joined them.
There was a a breeze, once in a while you’d hear a car go down the street and birdsong– but other than that– the quiet of reading in a circle of kindred– the beauty of home.