As I continue with my regular random ramblings, I share with you this gorgeous Colorado sky! So welcoming!
I've shared before about how much I adore The Borrowers. This book is a collection of Mary Norton's writings she sold to Woman's Day for $1000 per story.
I am fascinated by writers' lives. Her daughter's preface explains her literary habits and I am reminded of Madeleine L'Engle's writing routines (upstairs with the door closed for hours). Tantalizing info, I say.
We have eggs in the house. So smooth. So rich. I also bought a chocolate bunny to eat when the urge arises. She's in the fridge.
It's GREAT walking weather. Do you see the mountains? When the pioneers were coming west, they saw the Rockies and thought, "Hmmmm. We must be almost there." Not so much.
And now for my Pause. I am reading a book that I've had for a while. Leslie at Wayside Sacraments suggested it one Easter (maybe last Easter, I can't remember). Someone gave it to Bill THIS year and he's been talking about it a lot, so I am reading it this Lenten season.
I am trying not to minimize the message with my particular brand of summarization, but the gist of what I've read so far:
There are 2 givens:
1. We are built to commune with God.
2. We will all meet death.
"Union with God is not acquired but realized."
"Exterior isolation is overcome in interior communion."
"Only when the mind is held by silence does this open field of awareness emerge as the unifying ground of all unities and communities, the ground of all that is, all life, all intelligence."
I want to journey into the silent land.
I need a table to write to Jesus and I've been sitting in the wing chair, balancing books and tablets. I am going to stay at the table as I look toward Easter.
I have all kinds of associations with tables.
In Colorado, we have erratic weather. One day we get a snow like this (Friday!) and today the temperature will climb to a balmy 60 degrees.
I shall remain mindful of God my beloved homeland. Thank you for reading my Pause.
I was eating a pear yesterday and noticing how perfumed the flavor of a pear really is. Why is it "an apple a day keeps the doctor away" and not "a pear a day keeps the doctor away"? Anyone know?
And this spring, I wish you asparagus. What a beautiful and elegant vegetable. I used to steam it, but now I cook it with olive oil and a bit of salt. It's a true gift.
More than asparagus (smile) I wish you quiet. May it enlighten your heart and soul.