Jane and I spoke this morning about capturing the knowledge of our generation. I enjoyed Tom Brokaw's book "The Greatest Generation," and I am wondering now about ours. I think we were enthusiastic and idealistic and we worked for change. We understood the mechanics of putting a key into a lock. I wonderful how it is for a generation that thinks you just click, and the car door opens. They use the microwave as we once did the stove. No wonder it is so gratifying sometimes to feel the heat of a fire, and toast a marshmallow on a stick. I smile now. I remember when I learned that you could make homemade marshmallows. I thought they only came in a bag. How funny it all is, what we take for granted, and what we can mosey out for ourselves. My wish for today is to see things new and at the root, and one day I will make marshmallows from scratch, though probably not.
One time, for a Scout camp-out, we gave the busiest mother what seemed to be the easiest task. We asked her to bring s'mores for the pot luck. We pictured her buying a box or two of graham crackers, some chocolate bars, and a couple bags of marshmallows. She came exhausted. She had been up until two putting two graham crackers together with a chocolate bar and a marshmallow and tying each package with a bow. They were neatly arranged in a huge box.
The day is again so exquisite I don't know what to say. I have no words, though I notice now how much my eyes are drawn to the sky. I used to draw energy up from the earth for support. That is still there, but I feel myself rising with my eyes to touch the sky. I am finding support there, feeling the sky reach down and pat me on the head. The sky says marvels abound when you're there to embody what surrounds.
Happy Monday to All!!