knee deep in weeds

notes on a simple life

an invitation

“But I also say this: that light is an invitation to happiness, and that happiness, when it’s done right, is a kind of holiness, palpable and redemptive. ” ~ Mary Oliver

The week is full;  full of goodness and a new beginning. It is sprinkled with old, trusting friendships, beauty and light. I pace myself so i can take in every moment and work hard at not allowing anyone or anything to get in my way. 

The rain departs overnight and blue sky and heat move in. We take our first trip of the season in the trailer, heading over the mountains to a wedding, where we meet up with old friends to celebrate wedding bells with a memorable  celebration. 

"When it's over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms." ~  Mary Oliver

"A dog comes to you and lives with you in your own house, but you do not therefore own her, as you do not own the rain, or the trees, or the laws which pertain to them ... A dog can never tell you what she knows from the smells of the world, but you know, watching her, that you know almost nothing. . ."  ~ Mary Oliver

I spend some time at the reception, talking with an old classmate of my son's who is a photographer. He fills me with curiosity and permission to question and experiment and helps me remember why I pick up my camera.  I watch him work and am inspired. 

"Photography is a way of feeling, of touching, of loving. What you have caught on film is captured forever... it remembers little things, long after you have forgotten everything." ~ Aaron Siskind

At home the garden has unfolded and I can smell the deciduous, yellow azalea as I open the gate.  Purple columbines bloom in ever corner. 

"Always there is something worth saying about glory, about gratitude." ~  Mary Oliver

I plant the remainder of the vegetables, the tiny seeds eager to be warmed by the generosity of the sun. I spot rows of delicate carrot tops, which resemble tiny hairs as they emerge from the rich soil. I marvel how a bit of sun and water will turn them into sweet, crunchy, orange goodness in short time. I take up the daily invitation that is offered each morning to this glorious life and I overflow with gratitude. 

"This is the first, wildest, and wisest thing I know, that the soul exists, and that it is built entirely out of attention."
~  Mary Oliver