"The sight of a meal's worth of dirty dishes, pots and pans makes me want to run in the other direction. Every so often I need out; something will throw me into total disproportion and I have to get away from everybody-away from all those people I love most in the world- in order to regain a sense of proportion. I like hanging sheets on lines strung under apple trees-the birds like it too. I enjoy going out to the incinerator after dark and watching the flames; my bad feelings burn away with the trash...My special place is a brook, and I sit there, dangling my legs in looking through the foliage at the sky reflected in the water, and things slowly come back into perspective."
Reading this delightful book by Madeleine d Engle called A Circle of Quite. Its a series of 4, this is the first. Its more like a letter really. I enjoy her writing style-unhurried, as if your spending a lazy afternoon on the veranda drinking tea sharing stories from a life well lived.
Wishing to dangle my legs in the brook this week, maybe we'll go find one this weekend.