Within these daily cycles area a multitude of minor cycles. The cycles of meals, friends, hobbies, trips, etc. Outside the daily cycles are the larger cycles of seasons, sicknesses, life. In my mind I see the varying cycles like wheels within wheels, all beautifully turning and swirling into a choreographed pattern that makes up our lives. Some days it feels like the wheels aren't turning at all. When Steve traveled this week and I was home alone, time felt like it stood still. I roamed around the house, unable to get inspired to do much of anything. I decided that trying to get reach a live person on the phone with Bank of America to sort out an extortionate fee that they charged would be a good hobby for the afternoon. I spent a total of four and a half hours on hold or waiting for a call-back. Finally, at 8:30 that evening, I spoke with a delightful young man who listened to my problem and ended up entertaining me for several minutes. His first name was Christian and he a wonderful, playful sense of humor. I think he broke a few rules to resolve my complaint. How oddly wonderful for two complete strangers to interact for a few minutes, never to meet again yet leave a lasting impression like that. I thanked him for his sense of humor and for entertaining me. I told him I was going to say a prayer for him that night and I did.
|The new border in fall.|
|Coaxing these beauties through a hot summer in hopes they'll bloom through Christmas.|
|I started a lot of yarrow from seed in pots this summer and transplanted them to the border.|