It’s a miracle, and I know Who to thank for it–“Big Sky Summer” is complete, and I’m giving myself a long weekend as a reward. I want to do art, to think and pray and read. Oh, yes, and cook a little, too–corned beef and cabbage for supper.
The fancy jack-o-lanterns we carved a while back have done their duty and are now headed for the composter. I love the concept of composting–so much less waste and, of course, the stuff is golden when it comes time to plant. As you know, I dream about that a lot–planting seeds and bulbs and seeing things grow–the older I get, the more I enjoy the whole process. But I also enjoy imagining those tulip and daffodil bulbs, underground, quietly working the magic of color and fragrance and beauty God put inside them, so long ago. Like so many things on this precious blue-green planet, flowers renew themselves–even the annuals, like zinnias, can be re-seeded. Creation. It boggles the human mind.
I’m so thankful to be here, now, living in this time and this place–America. Yes, I know there are problems–that’s nothing new–but think of the blessings we have, at least in the Western Hemisphere–for most of us, there’s a ready supply of food, of clean water, and many other necessities. In so many places, life is brief and hungry and hard, and I want to keep that in the forefront of my mind, and do what I can to help.
The Red Cross and other relief agencies are working to help the victims of Hurricane Sandy, and while most of us can’t be there to bundle cold and frightened people in warm blankets or serve food in the tent-kitchens or rescue stranded pets as well as their owners, we CAN help–by giving. It doesn’t have to be a lot–if one million people gave a dollar, the results would be remarkable–so, if you can give, please do. If you can’t, please pray. Ideally, do both!
Hurting people need a hand up, folks, everywhere we look.
And giving a hand is the cowboy(girl) way, because when you get right down to it, we’re all in this together.