The Night School, Geritt Dou, 1660 {Google}
Chicken soup with veggies simmering on the stove, walnut chocolate chip brownies baking, and the chatter of voices drawing pictures. Stirring the soup, I think through the day. The beginning was one of a brilliant, cold blue, sky with a orange-hued golden crust, the bottom resting on the black bottomless shadows of the horizon. Sipping a bit of soup, I gaze at the now. Popcorn scattered around, half dried laundry waiting, my Monday. Evening now upon us, soon children will be wrestled into their beds, the giggles, messes, and moments tucked away for tonight. Listening to Bing Crosby, youtube videos on how to dance “The Charleston” (don’t ask how we got on that!), discussions over Matthew, chapter 6 come to mind. First big snow showers (no accumulation to the chagrin of the children), chickens who are on strike due to the cold, and black, forlorn, frozen skeletons of dear cosmos waving an icy hand at me. The smell of wood smoke as Noah stokes the furnace in the basement, the needle nose pliers out to fix the knob on the dryer, and knocking at the door, an organic certification lady to talk business with my husband. Leftover baked potatoes, steamy hot, sprinkle of cheese, pat of butter, salt and peppered. A bit of leftover chili with toasted sandwiches. Apple cores everywhere, a big load of seconds from a local orchard spilling, rolling, tumbling out over our porch, apple heaven, apple pie, and soon-to-be applesauce if I can get to it. Two book packages in the post, thumbing through them, hot coffee steaming, warming, caressing my face, words floating up from the pages. New to me writing podcast, delightful kindred moments as I chop veggies for the never-ending feasting, gratefulness for the bountiful life simmering just under the surface. Benjamin-Boy with his deep, chocolaty eyes twinkling at me, his lovely red sweater now out of blue tub, arms outstretched, crying for me, “Hold me, Mom!” Paintings radiating with light, stories on Johnny Appleseed, autumn poetry, and snuggles with Sam, reading his special him-and-me only book. Oh, there were the arguments too. Mini-trials of regular ‘ole life, if you will. The lack of eggs (don’t ask, refer to chicken strike above), doing what we ought when we don’t want to because it’s right (oh, boy, do I understand that one!), the crumbs, the massive laundry load, hurt feelings, tears, the smashed apple I just stepped in with my bare toes, and the general wild exuberance that frays the stoutest of nerves. Gladys Taber writes this and I thank her for it, this perspective, a glorious thing.
“What has my day been worth, this unit of time given to me? Possibly I said a comforting word where it was needed, or offered practical help to someone in trouble. Nothing world-shaking, to be sure. I cannot influence the world. I can only live every day as well as I can, keeping my home, cherishing my neighbors, helping in the community in a small way. But perhaps I have grown a little in understanding, patience, and loving-kindness. And perhaps I shall do better tomorrow, another precious unit of time.”
Stillmeadow Sampler
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Bing Crosby?! 😍😂
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Yes! LOL! We listen to all sorts of old stuff on Youtube! Ha. While we are choring or just sitting and working on stuff. 😀
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I fixed the wording to make it clearer. 😛 Thank you!
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I feel like I am there with you, Amy! ❤
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Always enjoy your sharing your day.
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Thanks for lending me, Jane Eyre 📚
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It isn’t time for Bing Crosby yet, is it? 😉
Thanks for sharing the writing podcast link. I sometimes wish I had a little device to listen to all these amazing podcasts while I am working, as it is I have to be siting at the computer to do it- or organizing the school room (where the computer is) in order to hear. But then I think, I’d likely have earbuds in drowning out the noise and conversation ALL the time. Sometimes that could be a welcome change. Wild exuberance that frays nerves- yes, that explains it quite nicely. But ALL the time probably wouldn’t be good either. 😉
Isn’t it amazing, though, the incredible wealth of knowledge, shared stories and wisdom and encouragement available to us, free of charge, right at our fingertips and, indiscriminately, for any and all who willingly seek.
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Yes, I listen on my iPhone usually while in the shower or on long drives because everything is 40ish minutes from me now. 🙂
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Bing isn’t JUST Christmas you know! 😀 Thanks for chatting, Rebecca!
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