How can something so sweet and juicy come in a time so hot and dry? The melon explodes in my mouth – first the dainty cantaloupe ball, sculpted with love by the southern hostess, then the red-ripe watermelon triangle, bite-size for those willing to commit to a full-mouth experience, prepared by aforementioned hostess. Summer isn’t a time for inhibition.
I’m barely connected to the seasons now. I mean, I am inevitably and unconditionally, by sheer existence on this planet, but I’m not the joyful participant I felt I was in years past, at least trying to tend the plants and the soil. I would like to reclaim that connection.
Uncertainty abounds, and like the pesky mosquitos that keep me indoors at night, our financial circumstances have a way of stifling freedom. We’re afloat at the moment, fortunately, but we would like to be completely unshackled.
I’ve begun my discernment group. Things could progress much more quickly that I thought. I have no idea how it will work out.
The most joyful things in life are free in the moment, but there are expenses involved; I cannot deny that. I have to work with that, and I hope that I will not ever sacrifice creativity.
Nature has a way of ripening into delicious beauty despite seemingly harsh conditions. I have hope.