At The Table In My Sunroom: I Feel So Rich

Sunday, October 24, 2010

I Feel So Rich

It's about the ripeness of fall. The garden's bounty. The color abundance. The clear, fresh air.

Combine that with almost liquid pleasure of a good book, its cornucopia of language tumbling into my brain and filling me like rich dessert.

Combine that with the luxuriousness of Sunday, all that time to indulge yourself in doing whatever you want. I get to peruse the garden and gather the vegetables I want. This Sunday I've made carrot cake from the carrots I pulled, potato and beet soup with sage and mint. Orange, cream, purple and green. All creations from things I've pulled out of the ground.

Nourishment for my body, delight for my eyes, richness for my soul.

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Paul COctober 24, 2010 at 3:58 PM
The rich colours seems to burst from the page.
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Thanks for visiting. I love having you at my table with me.

A time has come in my life to reach into another place, to reach into a cobwebbed and stiff part of my brain - the creative part. And then, maybe to take what I find to hold it out to share. You see, I have never been creative (and am still not, you might say); I have experienced the world analytically. I now see there is so much more to the world than that.

This started with an idea to write a photo-journal to myself. In that journal, I would write and take photos of details to CONTEMPLATE the numerous sparkles of life I have around me, and CAPTURE them to last. So here I am, come join me....

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

"The Road Less Travelled" by Robert Frost

Sunday, October 24, 2010

I Feel So Rich

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