Tag: life

  • Late Blueberries, cupcakes, and Frankenstein

    I’m settling into the pace of October, finally. Picture me- arms outstretched, flat on my back under the peach tree, leaves slowly trickling down through the 3pm sunlight, nothing to do but eat blueberries and savor the season. That’s an altered truth, I have lots to do. The grass is cold, a nice contrast to the hot, illuminating sun. The fireball in the sky is such a mystery, how fortunate we are on planet Earth for its warmth, its light, and its perfect distance. An afternoon spent thinking about the universe is enough to occupy a busy mind. I imagine floating in space and feeling weightless, held gently in peaceful wisdom among ancient stardust; sounds delightful when the common noise of life gets too loud. Elizabeth Gilbert, author of Eat Pray Love reminds us that silent stillness is the true religion. How could anyone hear that guiding voice over the chaos and chatter of daily life? Are you familiar with this voice? The one that whispers, “You’re alright, keep trying.” The one that steadies you. Sometimes I hear it when I’m weaving through the trees on a woods trail, sometimes it rings me like bell when I’m least expecting it, reminding me to listen more often. I finished off the whole pint of blueberries, staring high into the sky while daydreaming of Saturn’s rings and Jupiter’s moons. Our own moon, Luna, seems like it might be a nice place to visit. She is always watching us, her patterns are curious, and when I see her silver face among the blue sky in the afternoon I think… well hello there. She says to me “don’t forget, we are all stardust, and you are on a planet speeding though outer space- no need to sweat the small things.” She certainly brings to mind the big picture, the miracle that we are alive, and suggests simple pleasures like eating all of the blueberries and sometimes chocolate cupcakes too!

    A birthday calls for a homemade treat, and this month our nephew celebrated his 23rd lap around the sun. There is no such thing as making the right amount of cupcakes, and Chris followed that rule this week, too many is just enough. The other rules: butter instead of oil, milk instead of water, and always add an extra egg. He is a wizard at satisfying a sweet tooth, never skimps, always adds a thoughtful touch and takes his time to make things special. After the first frost of the season I’ll make my first request for his homemade hot chocolate; if there were a contest for best hot chocolate I would enter him in, with all my money down.  According to Chris there is only one way to eat a cupcake, you must first rip the cake in two and move the bottom half to the top, creating a cupcake sandwich. Smooth. I, on the other hand, prefer to make the big-bite-face, to risk icing up the nose… to make that mess. The universe says “don’t take life too seriously.”
     

    Onto my book of the month, a clever choice (or so I thought) Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. Another classic from the list, intended to enhance my ability to enjoy the long unfolding of an intricate story. I’m  3 quarters of the way through and nearly  heartbroken. What I thought would be a spooky thriller turned out to be one of the saddest tales I’ve ever known. Shame on that Frankenstein for letting his selfish experiment outweigh his humanity. I’m hoping for a justified ending; anyone caught this Halloween dressed in a green mask with neck bolts might just get a mouthful from me on the harshness of isolation and judgement, bless that monster’s heart.

    “The wounded deer dragging its fainting limbs to some untrod-den brake, there to gaze upon the arrow which had pierced it, and to die- was but a type of me.”

    Humanity comes to mind as I reflect on the situation in this novel. The monster spent such time alone, in silent stillness that even a beast brought to life from madness without nurturing, without meaningful and mutual connection, still felt empathy and even wept for others’ misfortunes. None of us should ever take for granted a friendly ear, a neighborly gesture, or a warm invitation for conversation. And if you are missing those in your own life, I am here for you through this grand advance called the internet. I hope these posts keep you company during your harsh times and your cold nights, I hope you get a cupcake soon too. I do read my messages often, and will delightfully respond to you. Until next time, thank you for reading!

    Don’t forget to drop a line, I DO love to chat!

    justicesarah67@yahoo.com

  • Turning the Corner

    This one into the fall, and I can feel my skin again. There was a briskness outside today, and instead of feeling encased in stagnant heat, the chill brought an awareness to my arms and my nose. The cool air went down smoothly into my lungs; I smelled the fallen leaves, I thought about playgrounds. There are delicate sheets of intricate webs hanging from tree limbs to slumped-over sunflowers, traps for the last of the flies. Around this corner there is no need for protective shade from heat or structure from harsh rain, darkness is creeping into my evenings. The cinnamon is left out, the oven has been busy. I resurrected the pumpkin sweater from the depths of my closet, and I looked carefully at wool socks while out shopping, but a new pair can wait. Everything can wait after turning the corner. If we don’t stop to savor the orange glow of fall we wont be properly tempered for winter and might freeze to death. Fall is like the last few bites of melted ice cream you really dig for at the bottom of the bowl, when it’s over all you can hope for is another one.

    The peach tree leaves are turning yellow, and I wish I could count them as they fall a bit more each day.  This week I’ll find myself decked out in flannel, raking up those leaves into a pile for the raised beds. Those are the moments when I feel like I’m in magazine photos, advertising for the newest outdoor brand. I might even pose for my own entertainment, maybe toss leaves into the air and laugh. Can you remember the last time you dove into a pile of leaves? I was always convinced there might be a snake hiding out among the swirling patterns, I was a cautious child. I insisted the leaves be stuffed into those plastic orange bags that had jack o lantern faces on them. Whimsy.

    Finally the magic, and mystic joys come to life.  A time we can believe Mr. Chicken after spending the night in that “haunted house.” Don Knots was a brilliant actor… the gardening sheers and the blood! Bless his heart, a hero in the end. I’m not a fan of horror films but I do have a checklist of movies I enjoy every year. For a complete list of my October watch list send me an email, I would love to share.

    This is a good time to build your indoor nest, drag out the electric blanket, unfold old quilts hidden in trunks, reach for those house shoes that have spent months hiding under the bed. Hats and scarves can wait of course, snow is a few weeks out and besides, let’s not get in a hurry. The sky is changing too, the sun doesn’t climb as high anymore and shadows grow long. My patience seems to grow longer this time of year too, what’s the fuss of being in a rush when there are stacks of fodder shock and dancing scarecrows to admire? Nevertheless the squirrels are in a mighty rush to prepare for winter, they are building nests too, and their busy scurrying is curious to watch.  There are folks who keep them fed at our own 47 acre Central Park, the spoiled little creatures carry mouthfuls of peanuts and on occasion, french fries.

    The slanted sunlight on the purple mums sends my soul into orbit, circling from one beautiful thing to another. A carpet of leaves, the full harvest moon, a decorated hearth, fresh pumpkin flesh scattered for chickens, hot coals, hot chocolate, plumes of rising smoke, Indian corn, candy wrappers, plaid bows, little candle flames, and buckets of gourds.
     

    Dearest reader, may you be fulfilled with the rich aromas and sensations of fall, address a letter to The Great Pumpkin, and dip your apples into as much caramel as a slice can hold on to.

    Thank you for reading, and drop me a line sometime, I DO love to chat!

    justicesarah67@yahoo.com