Wednesday, June 16, 2010

smashed finger

Well, I just let the door slam on my finger once again. Seems like a ritual for me. About once a year I happen to slam a finger in a car door or a house door. Maybe everyone does, but this week I happened to get two fingers with two different doors.

With the ache of today's happenstance, the thoughts have been stirring. I know that accidents happen, but for me it usually is a result of hurrying from one thing to another. Hurrying is a normal part of my day. I seldom walk slowly or without purpose.

My question today is: Do I hurry because I am anxious about the next thing or do I hurry because I am anxious to leave the last? My heart leans toward the latter. If I leave the last thing quickly, I might not know failure. But leaving too quickly may result in leaving something behind.

Hurry is one way I avoid rhythms within my daily path. Ouch! I can't type quite as fast with this throbbing finger. Damn!

Thursday, June 10, 2010

blueberry picking with the girls


June is here and that means blueberry picking for our family. Yeah, we pick between 20 and 50 pounds of blueberries every June and July. They freeze and last just over a year in our house. Blueberry pancakes, blueberries on cereal, and best of all blueberry snacks. Today it was just my daughters and me along with some friends, but we were productive and efficient. We picked 20 pounds in about 1.5 hours. That is not to bad for an almost 8 year old, an almost 11 year old and an almost 40 year old.

That almost 40 year old is probably the impetus for the blog. Thoughts seem to always fill my mind, especially when I allow time for it to be quiet. Why not put some of these thoughts into writing?

Touching nature in its unique seasonality always triggers something deep with in my soul. Seeing the ripe fruit next the unripe realizing that the bush is doing exactly what it has been created to do. It is not expected to produce more. It is not expected to produce more. . . .

Can I find a way to stop producing for just a moment to rest? Not a rest that is in and of itself consuming, but a rest that is true and deep. That I don't know.