Peace and quiet – much needed rain, and a sense of acceptance. The importance of living in the moment. It’s been an interesting week. We had a concert last night in Ashbourne, which was a pleasure to be a small part of. Good music – nice people.
The allotment has been producing strawberries every day for the last three weeks, and the garden does the same in raspberries. July is a fat month for home grown veg. You really can live off the land, from now till the end of September at least.
Out of a sea of confusion my Mum suddenly said yesterday morning, ” I was thinking about Wordsworth. ” ” Yes?” “You know he wrote, ‘I was never so close to God as when I was a boy . . ” “Huh??” Well, do you think he was saying that a child is inherently close to God, or that he hadn’t made any progress since boyhood towards being close to God?”
It is moments like that, with little conversations, which revive a sense of glory in life, one which Wordsworth did write about so well. I must go back to The Prelude and look for the quote. Where did Mum get that from? Yet she truly cannot remember which day it is half the time.
But there is nothing better to help when you are caring for someone in the last decade of their life than living in the moment, without dread of tomorrow, or regret for the past.
Lots of that in Boston legal actually as well. Series 4 has just ended on the TV. Watching it has almost become a theology, – or a sexology! 100 carat stuff. Watching William Shatner and James Spader feed each other’s nuances is a spectacular experience. Roll on Series 5. I know how it finishes though. A treat to be savoured.