Half of a steak and ale pie,
fruit salad, green salad.
Today was a good, full day.
We went to a local friends place for a BBQ,
made a big fruit salad for it, with sour cream dressing.
After vespers, we had the meal you see above.
I have had a busy week and I just felt a deep joy
at being home.
I need to find the poem that Jane Kenyon wrote
about how in the end, home is where one wants to be.
Yet we wander from it, and I vacillate between wanting and needing
to be out and engaging with people and places and
again just wanting to be home, within these four walls,
with beauty, icons, books, blue and white pottery,
and the couch here, that I am sitting on right now.
I was reading this morning and sitting in our white chair,
and looked up at our orchids that are not in flower.
And I realized again that they often do not flower at all or
once a year for a month, or maybe more if we are fortunate.
And I realized that perhaps some of my discontent,
other than merely being a temptation, was not correct because
we too can not be in flower all the time.
it is a constant effort to know how best to use my time.
I am working on so many projects and want to do even more.
It's hard to prioritize and triage them.
But at least right now,
the quiet I needed is back, the home, the sense of peace.
Monday, I get to be home all day.
Tomorrow, DV, I get to teach my beloved Sunday School kids.
And it is good.