1. Macaw feather. The feather appeared in my path one day as I was walking up the hill from the pond, and disappeared as magically as it appeared. Parrots are symbols of communication, of knowing when to speak and when not to speak, of using language for healing, of ritual and ceremonial language.
2. Berry season. Strawberries and vanilla ice cream. Mulberries staining the fingers and mouths of small children. Wineberries swelling on the briars. The hard green nuggets of blackberries preparing their sweetness. And the cherries from the ancient cherry tree by the old spring by Cabin Creek–a little wormy, but sweet, so sweet.
3. Reunions. With friends on Friday night, we let the children stay up until 11 because they were having so much fun with each other, this second generation of the College Gang. They made a whirlpool in Abby’s swimming pool, and played themselves dizzy and exhausted. I think they might remember that evening for the rest of their lives. I might, too. One boy slept until two the following afternoon.
4. School. I’ve written this and written this, how grateful I am about this work, these fine young people, these kind-hearted colleagues, Words and Language, and now the Completion of Year One. I just don’t want to take any of it for granted. I have so much mulling to do in the coming weeks about how this has changed my life, what it is calling me to become.
5. Silence. Tomorrow I go on Retreat. Three days of silence at the Jesuit Center in Wernersville. It comes at the perfect time.
May we walk in Beauty!