Today’s “One Thing…”
and an extra from the new release…
the last 4 minutes are so beautiful
recent posts and discussions with brilliant co-bloggers (e.g. multi-sense realism, Anacephalaeosis, unwanted advice, tocksin and others) have reminded me how woven, interactive and co-constructed we are with our environment… which sounds something like this (the awareness and attention and presence of it) to me:
After a glorious week smushed together in an old log cabin without running water and an outhouse on the slopes of Pikes Peak Colorado, we have returned. It was wonderful family time – hiking, kayaking, playing, reading, climbing and performing the necessary tasks of cabin-living. Irreplacable. One of our sons was reading “How to Read Literature like a Professor” for his summer reading assignments in the wee hours and pointed out that this type of vacation shared many qualifications of the Quest in literary themes. That feels so right. Life lived in relation to others always seems a quest – to know one another better, love one another better, hear one another better, express and differentiate and develop as persons-in-relation. I have been immensely blessed with a mixed and quirky collective of children from whom I learn so much, and a spouse who cracks and opens me. It is a particular pleasure when the world around us is also so splendid and obviously large as it is in the Rockies of Colorado, and when so many distractions are replaced with shared attentions – mushrooms, critters, rock formations, streams, decrepit mines, wild donkeys, and so on. Priceless time.
Upon return it is easy to see how the quest goes on…kiddos heading back to school…classes starting again…and these packages opened in the pile of mail:
the quest always beginning…
In the midst of the compression (oppression?!) of semester-concluding projects, papers, and presentations…any soothing, nourishing gift or break is welcomed – and Gregory Alan Isakov’s very new album is just such and intelligent and refreshing, soothing blessing…PLEASE SUPPORT HIM! – here are a few early favorites:
In our realm, Summer busies – schedules, rituals and rhythms deconstruct and a verve of freedom and compulsion arises in our children. And there are vacations and visitors and spontaneous events. The weather withers me, people are drawn to the outside, in all – Summer discomforts me.
And yet…this week expect the visits of my wife’s twin, her aunt, and a long-time friend and his family, AND we’ll celebrate these dear twins birthday with wild national hoopla (July 4 – precious to me because she entered the world, but I’m happy to have help in the celebrating at this level!).
What gathers and whispers…or shouts and plays…runs and claps…talks and snuggles…HOME…those precious to us, invaluable, incalculable,
Yesterday eve we were enjoying a particularly (abnormal) gentle, cool Kansas Summer eve on our porch and listening to the music of Keith Kenniff – placed here as a celebration of Summer’s affordances – dislocated time, gatherings, visitations and travels – favorites – family, friends, nests…
Astounding – I’m in my fourth decade of life and this is the first day the beauty of this word has hit home…
which put me in mind of Rodin…
and of the cacophony of arguments followed by caressing clarifications toward shared understandings
of characters presented and nuanced, developed, made complex
of statements expanded and explained, extended into metaphors
vowels echoing sustained
hard Cs molding into soft
crashes dwindling into static
facts becoming rumors becoming murmurs, whispers, sighs
wailing come to weeping come to tears come to rest
Something that completes or enhances something else when added to it.