"You 'flee' to the desert not to escape neighbors but to grasp more fully what the neighbor is - the way of life for you, to the degree that you put yourself at their disposal in connecting them with God."
- Rowan Williams, Silence and Honey Cakes
I always feel discombobulated after going out in the middle of the day. Like I've lost my tempo, have to regroup. But I managed to change the sheets, do the laundry, wash dishes, iron, provide some supper - and do some reading. A minimum.
"'What does providence mean?' asked Meg.
'Good management,' said Lucilla. 'It's also a name we give to God when His management is not what ours would have been under the circumstances.'"
- from The Heart of the Home, by Eliz. Goudge
I cut out the pieces for my next skirt, but realized I should iron it before anything else. It was beautiful out, and I am weeding wintery sweaters from my closet, one by one. Last month was very cold, and the library was especially chilly for some reason - I discovered that revived a few shawls which have languished for years in drawers and the closet. But I was needing a shawl pin, so I found a few on Amazon and wore one as a pin the other day.
A bird on a branch - nice and springy.
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