What if our religion was each other If our practice was our life If prayer, our words What if the temple was the earth If forests were our church If holy water - the rivers, lakes, and oceans What if mediation was our relationships If the teacher was life If wisdom was self-knowledge If love was the center of our being. Ganga White
I do the nursery at our church once a month. Sometimes we go more, sometimes we do not. Sometimes it feels right and sometimes it doesn't. Today I asked Abby while she was in the tub, " do you like going to church and talking about God?" She shakes her head no but quickly says, "well, I do like church but I wish we could just talk about, (pause)..... animals or something."
Well this is a little hard to see in this smaller pic but Mt. Baker was out and beautiful and today I attacked the sunflower patch. It was looking like something out of the dinasour age.
This is what doing no fall clean up looks like. It was actually not stormy, windy or rainy today so I bailed outside and attacked part of the beds around the house.
Here one side is looking MUCH better!
This sweet fairy who has been lost in the sunflower patch is now taking residence in an area that our dogs keep laying and digging so hopefully she will whisper to those dogs to stay out since my scolding doesn't seem to do a thing. :)
I just finished reading this book that caught my eye at the library in the New Books section. It is called the Knitting Circle by Ann Hood. It is a gut wrenching but lovely book about life, grief, and moving past it. The one thing that really hit me in this book is how women need each other. We can have supportive partners, families and kids but we NEED other women period. What would the world be like if every woman had a place to go to be themselves, be creative, at the same time feel supported no matter what was going on in their lives. It used to be women got together to quilt, what do we all do now? I guess we have coffee. :) I've said this before but we are too isolated in this society, we're all afraid to depend on each other. This life is as beautiful as it is horrifying, anyone out there up for a knitting circle?