Monday, August 11, 2025

an ordinary place


                                                                        
This is a day
when the road neither
comes nor goes, and the way 
is not a way but a place.

                                              -Wendell Berry

I love the ordinary. I love place, the place I call home, my home with all its carrying-ons, duties, and daily substance. And the many days when I do stay at home this place grounds me, matures me, and provides hours of ordinary flourishing in so many ways.







 I personally stress the making of lists and the hand-written recordings of diurnal events and happenings scribbled within the pages of my daily journal entries. Therefore, when I come to the end of a busy day at home, my place, I know without a shadow of turning the deep soul satisfaction fostered from the achievements of this place and consequently of the upmost importance it holds.



                                                               

                                                           









                                       

                                      

Be Ye Glad

I penned a little note this morning to send away to my sewing friend thanking her for hosting our Sewing Group just this past Saturday in he...