I come across these words by John Updike this morning.
Perfectionism is the enemy of creation, as extreme self-solitude is the enemy of well-being.
I am reminded of my shock when I heard Marion Rosen say that Perfection is static. I thought until then it was a worthy and attainable goal..... It has made all the difference letting go of something so out of tune with the rhythm, purpose and meaning of nature......
As of 8:00 last night, we have two cars, a motorcycle, three bicycles, gardening stuff, camping stuff, and tools in our garage. Chris was over last night, and said it's happened before. How long did we think it would last.... I smile because that is the point perhaps, seasons in our garage. For now, it looks quite spiffy, and disorder and chaos will return and we'll clean it out again, though we now have a vow to approach it every year rather than waiting five, ten, or fifteen years for a clean-out......
Air is flowing and settling like cats on newly fluffed pillows - feng shui is happily at bat, and self-solitude and isolation are banished as everything is included in our awareness. It is gray today, a lovely backdrop for the greens and contemplation of Memorial Day. Remember and plant flowers in your heart and bowels ....
Summer blooms. In my younger days, this was the official announcement that it was proper to wear white shoes and pants...... We have returned to jeans here, and white is not in my forecast. A snuggly day it appears to be.
