IMG_0033It seems like ages- 10 days exactly- since I’ve had the time (and therefore inclination) to blog. It is a strange new feeling, a novel feeling, to miss this, but I have. There are so many things that have transpired and as many things that have not. I have found that daily concerns/interests/feelings, if not written about immediately, tend to fade away and the larger singular issues need time to settle- writing too soon there steals some of their energy.

That is where I am, be-twixt and be-tween, as one anthropology professor was fond of saying. She also liked the word liminal which is a fancier way of saying the same thing. Liminality is a state in between things that is a sort of incubation for change. This describes how I feel, with summer nearly flown by.

In the vase pictured you see the last of the Pepperweed, a late summer flowering shrub with a heady sweet scent, perfectly expressing the time of year. I’ve found the flower is best out of doors as its fragrance, a cross between lilies and honeysuckle, can be a bit overbearing, even cloyingly funereal- but isn’t that apt, as what is passing becomes what will be.

T.S. Eliot reflected on the passage of time so beautifully in Four Quartets, and I can’t resist adding a line here…

For last year’s words belong to last year’s language

And next year’s words await another voice.