tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25987874.post7729881849862563057..comments2023-10-05T06:20:40.173-04:00Comments on Quaker Pagan Reflections: Nearly LammasCat C-B (and/or Peter B)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10002916434676859262noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25987874.post-24761734875244860522010-08-01T21:34:46.076-04:002010-08-01T21:34:46.076-04:00Cat, you have perfectly articulated where I am rig...Cat, you have perfectly articulated where I am right now: turning my mind toward teaching again, feasting on the vegetables coming in but knowing that that harvest marks the beginning of the end. <br /><br />But yesterday I spent time barefoot in my garden and time dancing in prayer and I felt full of sky and lake and light. Open. Expansive. There must be a way to keep that openness and that connection throughout the semester, but I've never managed it.Robinnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25987874.post-1023041010664316922010-08-01T11:31:56.811-04:002010-08-01T11:31:56.811-04:00I feel the same way, with school coming back -- fr...I feel the same way, with school coming back -- from the other side. Re: armour, yesterday I was talking with someone about how refreshing it is to not have to wear un-frazzleable, impermeable armor at my cooking job. I said I know that when I'm running a kitchen it will need to be different (and it's already different when others, like our dishwasher, are there), but when it's just me, right now.... I can turn my head to the sky and fake scream; I can mutter quietly, I can wish I could throw things across the kitchen, holding myself back mostly because I don't have time to retrieve them. Granted, most often I just go down to the walk-in and literally cool down for a few minutes, but having that freedom ... that feels good.ReneeLhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03066589319279188589noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25987874.post-41910645486853129422010-08-01T09:41:02.500-04:002010-08-01T09:41:02.500-04:00For us the shift into summer's moving downhill...For us the shift into summer's moving downhill is the sound of the locusts filling the air. :)Br. Paxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07961438063935457615noreply@blogger.com