Quotidian Rhythms

Quotidian: "occurring every day; belonging to every day; commonplace, ordinary"

Today, while visiting a friend I was reminded of a few thoughts from Kathleen Norris' writings.  My friend was hanging clothes out on a clothesline in the sunshine and warm breeze - a sight one seldom sees these days. While she thought she should stop and set this aside until later we encouraged her to continue and as she did so, I took a few photos thinking that when she came to gather them later she will experience smells and warmth that signal a job well done - victory.

Kathleen Norris in her book Dakota, A Spiritual Geography, under the heading "Weather Report: June 30" writes the following:

" I get started early, before six.  It promises to be a good laundry day: a steady wind but not too strong. I come by my love of laundry honestly: my earliest memory is of my mother pulling clothes in from the sky on a line that ran out our apartment window in Washington, D.C.

Hanging up wet clothes while it is still cool, I think of her. Though she's lived in Honolulu for more than thirty years, she's a plainswoman at heart; her backyard clothesline is a dead giveaway. The challenge of drying clothes in a tropical valley agrees with her; mountain rains sweep down at least once a day, and she must be vigilant.

Here [Lemmon, South Dakota] no rain is likely, unless, as so often happens, our most beautiful summer days turn dark and violent in late afternoon, thunderstorms pelting us with rain or hail.  I think of a friend who was dying, who had saved up all her laundry for my visit.  "I can't trust my husband with it," she whispered conspiratorially. "Men don't understand that clothes must be hung on a line."

She was right.  Hanging up wet clothes gives me time alone under the sky to think, to grieve, and gathering the clean clothes in, smelling the sunlight on them, is victory."


In her, "The Quotidian Mysteries - Laundry, Liturgy and "Women's Work" [1998 Madeleva Lecture in Spirituality] Kathleen Norris says,

"We want life to have meaning, we want fulfillment, healing and even ecstasy, but the human paradox is that we find these things by starting where we are, not where we wish we were. We must look for blessings to come from unlikely, everyday places - out of Galilee, as it were - and not in spectacular events..."  She goes on to say of her sister who goes through the daily routine of mothering,  "She has grown adept at recognizing and savoring the holy in the mundane circumstances of daily life.  Finding spiritual refreshment in unlikely places, she can offer nourishment to her children."

Now, I wouldn't say that I have found this to be absolutely true in my case but I have caught glimpses of it because somehow I also believe that things seen and things unseen are intertwined.  Nora Gallagher writes that "the road to the sacred is paved with the ordinary" and in following her daily liturgical readings she concludes, "My daily calendar reminds me that what I experience in the world of faith must be measured against what I see, what is happening around me."

These writers remind me that even though my world may seem fragmented into the sacred and secular more often it is as "if each world challenged and sanctified the other" [Gallagher] and in reality, I long to live as a whole person - complete, with an inner and outer harmony.  In peace. Shalom.

Next Steps

Another week has begun and the renovation mode continues into our fourth week.

Today, Doug is painting the washroom and the kitchen... after diligently preparing them!

The interior doors just arrived and are now sitting in the hallway.  Geoffrey gingerly walks around everything and I know he is looking forward to coming home next week from his extra long weekend to doors on, the washroom and kitchen in full use again... well maybe.  I must say though that he has been a fairly obliging camper once he realized that the renovation would not happen 'overnight'.

The kitchen cabinets and perhaps the doors are to be done this week - baseboards, not sure about! Then there are the halls to paint and hopefully we will have the stamina to paint the dining room and living room...  so looking forward to lighter walls.

Anyway - last Friday resulted in this! The floors were finally finished.

But -  the dining room looks like this!! - well we have tidied up the empty boxes - love the way the laminate tiles worked out and look forward to a freshly painted kitchen and dining room. Time for the brown walls to go.....

"In Praise of the Earth"

I just needed to 'get out' of the house and into the open spaces this evening so I drove south of the city and found these interesting clouds.  Since it is the Summer Solstice, and a good time to consider the space that joins earth to sky, I've also included John O'Donohue's In Praise of the Earth.

Let us bless
The imagination of the Earth,
That knew early the patience
To harness the mind of time,
Waited for the seas to warm,
Ready to welcome the emergence
Of things dreaming of voyaging
Among the stillness of land.

And how light knew to nurse
The growth until the face of the Earth
Brightened beneath a vision of color.

When the ages of ice came
And sealed the Earth inside
An endless coma of cold,
The heart of the Earth held hope,
Storing fragments of memory,
Ready for the return of the sun.

Let us thank the Earth
That offers ground for home
And holds our feet firm
To walk in space open
To infinite galaxies.

Let us salute the silence
And certainty of mountains:
Their sublime stillness,
Their dream-filled hearts.

The wonder of a garden
Trusting the first warmth of spring
Until its black infinity of cells
Becomes charged with dream;
Then the silent, slow nurture
Of the seed's self, coaxing it
To trust the act of death.

The humility of the Earth
That transfigures all
That has fallen
Of outlived growth.

The kindness of the Earth,
Opening to receive
Our worn forms
Into the final stillness.

Let us ask forgiveness of the Earth
For all our sins against her:
For our violence and poisonings
Of her beauty.

Let us remember within us
The ancient clay,
Holding the memory of seasons,
The passion of the wind,
The fluency of water,
The warmth of fire,
The quiver-touch of the sun
And shadowed sureness of the moon.

That we may awaken,
To live to the full
The dream of the Earth
Who chose us to emerge
And incarnate its hidden night
In mind, spirit, and light.

Bit by Bit

Renovate:  meaning "to make new"

Bit by Bit:  meaning "by the smallest degree"

 

Renovations are progressing gradually - but they are moving ahead!!

This is an incredibly big step for us having lived in this house about 18 years and only doing some minimal repairs and painting.  As well, like most people told us from the beginning, renovations grow.  And I'm afraid it has grown a little but we are still trying to keep things under control.

Progress today: the cabinet maker stalled as the floor needs to be installed before the edge cabinet support by the fridge can be completed.  

But we love the green soapstone colour of the counter top and the cabinet colour seems to bring new life and warmth to the space.

Tomorrow the sub-floor and who knows, perhaps the laminate or washroom vinyl will be laid?? The laundry basket is getting rather full.

 

 

All this to say we have at least one more week camping out in the living room making meal treks to the fridge in the dining room, heating food up in the microwave, and trudging upstairs to wash dishes.

But, no need to complain... as we are on the other side of the "pulling apart" stage - although Doug is talking about changing the interior doors now as well! ... and are moving into the "new" stage.

Meanwhile, as a result of Molly's suggestion and Michelle's encouragement I am looking for an interesting thought or quote or, perhaps a blessing,  to insert in the wall behind the washroom medicine cabinet.  :) 
 

Stone

Stone

 

Stone reminds me of “forever.”  

I had to think about "stones" for a retreat I was on lately so before I went here are a few thoughts I came up with.

I love the feel of it as much as the sight of it… I remember searching for perfectly round or oblong river stones when we were kids, skipping flat stones at the lake, picking up and examining the stones that shone most brightly from the stream beds and marveling at the absolutely white stones.  I brought lava stone home from Ethiopia. I wandered along a low stone wall on a mountain in Norway. I think it was to separate sheep pastures.

I love the stone path in our backyard.  I love that violets work their way into the stones and find what they need to grow, and I love how the stones shine after a rain.

I just realized that in our house renovations, which are presently in the drywall repair stage, we have chosen a stone patterned vinyl for the washroom, laminate flooring with slate look tiles, a green soapstone laminate countertop, and stone tiles for the kitchen backsplash.

 I am drawn to Cathedrals, Abbey’s, ruins, almost anything built with stone…. cobblestones, river stone, clay bricks!!

This is a painting of Dryburgh Abbey in Scotland painted from a photo taken by a friend. It is "almost done" but needs to be set aside for a few days...

Here are a few photos of stones and stone ‘structures’ which I have taken lately.

renovations....

I was thinking of "developments" - "transitions" - perhaps "time for a change" but quite frankly the truth is it's time for "renovations".... yes, they have begun in earnest!!

After a short consultation I retreated to my 'workroom' and two young fellows got on with the demolition.  There was a lot of banging and many loads out to a large trailer parked in front.  Several layers of flooring, cupboards, the sinks, some of a wall, etc. have gone - and we are living rather haphazardly at the moment. 

When Geoffrey woke -  from a disturbed sleep, I'm sure -  he asked about breakfast, then walked out the door and came back later with coffee and food for his lunch as well!

When Doug finally got home about 4 he checked the progress and then we got on our Vespas and headed to the Roastery for coffee!

I was intrigued by this former wallpaper that was hidden behind a set of cupboards... I love many colours of green and I like flowers but this design makes me think more of material than wallpaper.  Not bad, but not sure I could have lived with it happily for very long....  I wonder if many years from now when someone pulls 'our' kitchen apart they will say the same thing:)