One of my greatest pleasures is reading. Serendipity while reading is a bonus. Toward the end of Louise Penny’s wonderful book, The Beautiful Mystery, I read, If you found a treasure map that had all the directions, but not the place to begin, it’d be useless.
In my last post I wrote that I must draw a new map for my rapidly changing life. I’ve asked myself where is the place I begin? Rotting apples were all over my backyard and the herbs I planted in early August had gone wild while I was in Oregon. Pulling bindweed that threatened what garden I have, the word “bounty” came to me.
The Merriam Webster meaning of bounty surprised me: “a reward, premium, or subsidy especially when offered or given by a government.” The way I feel about bindweed that definition seems apt – but, I was thinking more like this definition;
If there is bounty on your table, it means there are lots of kinds of foods and plenty of them. This is where I begin.
If the only prayer you say is thank you, that would suffice ~meister eckhart
I picked up the worm-free apples, picked the rest off the tree and made Apple Betty, and apple butter. I made pesto with the herbs. Yesterday Zebbie and I picked a bucket of plums from the trees behind the garage. I have a pot of jam bubbling on the stove.
I try to remember, when I sit on my porch to meditate in the morning, or when I climb into bed at night, to give thanks for the fact that my new map begins with this little house with a stove and refrigerator, my family and friends, the library, terrific doctors and … Medicare. (laugh track here, or refer back to reward, premium, etc.)
“Leave the door open for the unknown, the door into the dark. That’s where the most important things come from, where you yourself came from, and where you will go.”
― Rebecca Solnit, A Field Guide to Getting Lost