Another weekend, another Saturday. The sky this morning stony and glaring from the heat; twilight, dusty orange. Heat rolls in waves from streets and sidewalks, forcing us to walk after sundown.
We both felt restless today, after-vacation blues. So we visited stores and gazed at fine, expensive furnishings, toys, cheaper furnishings, books. So many things, so many colors, so many choices. Yet all I bought was sunscreen. The rest was for the eyes, the hands, the ears.
Stayed up late reading "The Last Chinese Chef" (Nicole Mones), a novel that includes information about Chinese cuisine (not Chinese-American, but Chinese), customs, history, culture. Makes me want to taste some of the dishes created by the chef. (Reminds me of the exquisite Thai food we had during vacation, where amazing tastes and fragrances blossomed in our mouths as we ate.) Led me to read more about the history of China, particularly the era of the Cultural Revolution since several of the characters in the book told harrowing stories about that time.
Reading, researching patterns in our lives, like patterns in nature, as in these leaves. And looking for the patterns that don’t necessarily fit, but may, instead, be the best ones to try.
Creativity involves breaking out of established patterns in order to look at things in a different way.
~ Edward de Bono
My companion and I were alone with the stars: the misty river of the Milky Way flowing across the sky, the patterns of the constellations standing out bright and clear, a blazing planet low on the horizon.
~ Rachel Carson