Good Evening, God!
Well, a slip of the fingers and an empty post got published. Ah yes, God, I make mistakes — all kinds! Maybe that’s why I went ahead and ordered a copy of Wabi-Sabi. This is a book about the Japanese aesthetic that values the beauty of the imperfect, the impermanent and the incomplete. The beauty of things modest and humble.
It sounds wonderfully wise — and comforting, too. Just what I need as my vantage point shifts so that the long ignored impermanent becomes more and more real to me. Then, too, the reality of Never Being Done is taking on more and more the nature of a Challenge.
Maybe that is part of why I love sitting outside and watching the sun set and the moon rise. These basic repeating cycles provide a sort of assurance, God, about continuation and structure. One that I very much appreciate. One that I need as I live in the Now.
One good part of getting older is that each Now can contain so many other Times and Places. This afternoon I went through my mom’s assortment of jewelry. She had received a bracelet for her birthday and she wanted to find an old one to wear with it. We found owl earrings from Athens which took her back to her three months there with my dad while he worked there. We found a necklace from Egypt which may have been from that same time period — and Cripple Creek gold earrings from when she and Dad lived in Denver.
We had such a good time, God. And now I have silver to polish — just as we polished up memories.