Friday, June 3, 2011

Above the Weather



If we were visiting England, we would be charmed by the rainy gray weather.  We’d bundle up in wooly fishermen’s sweaters to climb green hills or poke among the ruins of high windowless abbeys.  We’d hide out in a snug tea shop mid-afternoon, eating buttery tarts filled with Yorkshire curd and inhaling the fragrance of blue bergamot in a bone china cup of Earl Gray tea (remembering the house of the Earl in Northumberland, not far from our archaeological dig).

Or if we had been suffering for months in a dry, burning African summer, without hope of relief, we would be terribly grateful for the blessed days of coolness and of rain.

So let’s be uncomplainingly present here in the moment—however gray or wet!


(Fresh pupusas hand-made by a friend help too.)




image:  Christie B. Cochrell, At Hadrian's Wall

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