66 bar steady 29.79 3mph NNW dew-point 63 Summer night, rainy day
Full Thunder Moon
We had rain and storm, tornado warning and tornado watch. A full thunder moon day. The rain poured down, drenching the lily blooms, forming small rivers on the wide leaves of the acorn squash. While I read the first chapter of the book on the Western Unitarian Conference, the rain drained from the sky and onto the azalea, the begonia, the several amarylis and a bed full of hosta. Reading a good book while it rains or snows pleases me, makes me feel at home, in place.
Kate harvested beans tonight, a few onions, too. I used the onions with some beets I bought at Festival, delicious. We also had a few early sugar snap peas and wax beans. Some fish. Some pasta with pesto made from hydroponic basil. An evening meal.
Kate works this weekend, as she does every other weekend. Ten days in a row, a long stretch, but she likes the four days off it gives her. We pretend she’s retired on those days.
The Minnesota UU history piece has begun to take shape, get bones. When there is a subject matter to master before I write, it usually takes me a while before I get a gestalt, a feel for the whole. Once I have that I know where I need more information, or that I do not. At that point I can sit down and write, usually in one setting. A few days later, after its cold, I go back, reread and edit, revise. Then I’ll put it away until I need to present it.
This one has been a bit unusual in that history requires a certain precision and accuracy with details, chronological sequence, names and places. This means the material that I use to illustrate and make my points must get reordered to fit my needs, yet remain accurate and true. It’s part of what I love about this kind of work.
When I have this kind of work, it pushes out everything else. The writing work makes its own space in my life, creates openings and time for itself. Just like this blog. It happens each day, two to three times a day and often I do not recall having written here. The breadcrumbs, though, are there, laid down in words and postings.