I hadn’t listened to bluegrass in years until last weekend when I was frying green tomatoes. (You gotta have music to match the cooking.) I got the itch again today. Now playing: Ralph Stanley, “Clinch Mountain Gospel” 🎵 It’s so good.
I’ve been enjoying tereré in place of coffee for the last few days. Very nice summer drink. This is essentially how I make it, except that I’m using a coffee mug instead of a proper gourd.
My greatest professional achievement is never having created a LinkedIn account.
After a month of brutal heat, we’re getting a beautiful couple of days.
Pull the water hose.
It stirs through the lavender:
I, too, am wakened.
Descending fully into this world
James Hillman, The Soul’s Code: The Platonic myth of growing down with which we began this chapter says the soul descends in four modes-via the body, the parents, place, and circumstances. These four ways can be instructions for completing the image you brought with you on arrival. First, your body: Growing down means going with the sag of gravity that accompanies aging. … Second, admitting yourself to be one among your people and a member of the family tree, including its twisted and rotten branches.
From a year ago today: “The men who live in my memory”
Fried green tomatoes!
We’ve reached that part of southern Indiana’s summer where literally every day’s forecast is humid with a chance of thunderstorms.
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