Friday, March 22, 2013

Waiting for my Man to Come Home

In our living area are candles on a table with a picture of us as newlyweds in 1981.

Wine~Candles~Two types of olives with slices of Jarlsberg cheese. End of the week. Husband is a middle school teacher. Want him to relax when he comes home.

A Few Moments Alone

 It's Friday. I'm home alone for just a few hours. I'd like to share with you a few moments from the day. Johnny Cash and Joni Mitchell.

Thursday, March 21, 2013

“It might seem to you that living in the woods on a riverbank would remove you from the modern world. But not if the river is navigable, as ours is. On pretty weekends in the summer, this riverbank is the very verge of the modern world. It is a seat in the front row, you might say. On those weekends, the river is disquieted from morning to night by people resting from their work.
This resting involves traveling at great speed, first on the road and then on the river. The people are in an emergency to relax. They long for the peace and quiet of the great outdoors. Their eyes are hungry for the scenes of nature. They go very fast in their boats. They stir the river like a spoon in a cup of coffee. They play their radios loud enough to hear above the noise of their motors. They look neither left nor right. They don’t slow down for - or maybe even see - an old man in a rowboat raising his lines…
I watch and I wonder and I think. I think of the old slavery, and of the way The Economy has now improved upon it. The new slavery has improved upon the old by giving the new slaves the illusion that they are free. The Economy does not take people’s freedom by force, which would be against its principles, for it is very humane. It buys their freedom, pays for it, and then persuades its money back again with shoddy goods and the promise of freedom.”
Wendell Berry, Jayber Crow
Resting by the New River a few summers ago