Husband and I agreed, the sky this morning was an unfamiliar colour â blue!
I went and picked some blueberries in the garden. We have to put nets over them or we won’t have any. The first time we had a red currant bush laden with fruit, almost ripe, we said tomorrow we’ll pick them. That tomorrow, the whole bush had been stripped. Not one currant was left. We never get any cherries, the birds eat them all. I wouldn’t mind sharing a few here and there, but all of them?
I was picking with one hand, sometimes two and remembered this verse
from The Revelation of ArÃ¨s XXVIII/18:
” The ape–(with its) two hands (it) eat(s).
Man (has) a hand (which) eats (and) a hand (which) gives.
(Both) My Hands give.”
With fellow humans, I would like to work on being more generous, to open my ears to the Blue Water.
This is The Creator speaking:
1. I have. I am.
2. The suns revolve in My Hand. (But) My Hand has a thousand Hands; (however far away) your eye stretches, (it) stumbles.
3. The Good one descends, he is low; he goes (to) the right, he is (on) the right, (when) I tell (him to).
4. I descend, I am (on) high; I go (to) the right, I am (in) the middle. (I am the) Spread (one).
5. The Good one (is) My Wind, Mikal (is) My Wind.
The brother opens his ear (to let the Wind in) ; its hairs are (like) the earth, (it is) filled (with) the Blue Water, the seed (that the Wind brings). from The Revelation of ArÃ¨s II
I will be away for about a week. Here is where I’ll be:
This is my entry about it last year:
A woman telephoned a few minutes ago. She wanted to ask me some questions.
I said well that depends.
She said is there anyone between the ages of 15 and 34 in your household.
I said no.
She said may I ask your year of birth.
I said I don’t give out that information over the phone.
She said just the last two digits.
I laughed and said my tea is getting cold (letting my anglophone accent hang out), then I went and drank it, accompanied by a bit of matzos, well-buttered and jammed.
It all tastes better after a good laugh!
A while back I promised part two of the roadside bed. (May 25th, to be exact.) It finally is starting to look like something. It was starting to rain but I persevered in prying out the crabgrass from the round part. There is still work to be done but this will be a more satisfying view from the window already.
P.S. Husband explained: He was thinking of the black currants ready for harvest and the mess they make. Well, the mess we make while transforming them. He made jelly and I put some in the freezer and plan to do one little jar of jam with the few raspberries I could find mixed in.
When my elder son was about eight, one day when I was scouring the kitchen sink he said, “Why are you doing that Mom?” I realized it was something I did when the boys were asleep or at school.
Today I was scouring the sink and husband said “what are you doing?” Now I am beginning to wonder is this a shameful activity, done only in secret? Maybe he meant why am I doing housework on a Wednesday. To boost my morale I asked him to put on some music. We have a charger of CDs that shuffles. In it are several types of music. Sometimes it’s funny when Souza booms out after a jazz song. One of them is nothing but tubas — that’s a surprise also.
I kept at the housework and was cleaning the toilet when the mailman arrived, bearing a package I could tell was from the States. The music playing was “mais comment te dire, mais comment te dire combien je t’aime” which is to say, but how to tell you, how to tell you how much I love you. I was smiling big-time. The mailman smiled also. I hope he didn’t get any wrong ideas…
After opening the box from my sister, I went back to work, finishing the usual and going on into some unusual, putting a bit of wax on the floor, then shining it up. For a brief moment, I was on the verge of losing some weight, but tea-time soon arrived. I had a little snack of cereal (healthy kind) with cottage cheese that my husband makes, mainly (I think) because he knows that is something I miss.
So I am focusing on love and am quite thankful for all I receive.
Here is another brief video with me singing that bit of melody so that you can hear it. That’s the tubas in the background.