I have been thinking about existence
I have been thinking about existence lately. In fact, I have been so full of admiration for existence that I have hardly been able to enjoy it properly. . . .
I feel sometimes as if I were a child who opens its eyes on a world once and sees amazing things it will never know any names for and then has to close its eyes again. I know this is all mere apparition compared to what awaits us, but it is only lovelier for that. There is a human beauty in it. And I can't believe that, when we have all been changed and put on incorruptibility, we will forget our fantastic condition of mortality and impermanence, the great bright dream of procreating and perishing that meant the world to us. In eternity this world will be Troy, I believe, and all that has passed here will be the epic of the universe, the ballad they sing in the streets. Because I don't imagine any reality putting this one in the shade entirely, and I think piety forbids me to try.
from Gilead by Marilynne Robinson
the very best kind of weekend . . .
heading out to a birthday party . . . for the first time alone
guest room ready for company
Gossie's red boots are missing again
her best buddy
Happy Tuesday to You! (Josie version)
At the end of a fun, busy, happy weekend . . .
some feel like dancing
some become pensive
some just fall asleep.
It was such a great, full weekend, which is why the Engineer didn't have time to write his follow-up post . . . hopefully coming soon!