A day of sitting today in the summer garden, graced with the right amounts of shade and sun and wind. Our lunch table, too, was filled with the right amount of the right ingredients contributed by each to make a feast of generous abundance.
The cat comes and goes. In the heat of deep afternoon, she is nowhere to be seen. I’m sure she’s sleeping under cool bushes.
We had words and a thought for the ailing Joko Beck, who, we have been told, is in her bed facing her final days, happily eating ice cream with chocolate sauce.
Through death life was (is) present, through life death was (is) present.
We finish in a circle on the grass, sharing our hearts.
Then, when all has been cleaned up and put away, the cat emerges, wandering home.