I don’t know why exactly, but gazing into the sworl of petals on this pale yellow dianthus flower makes me feel so peaceful and relaxed. Serene. And cool.
So CatGirl came to me with a worried look on her brow. She held out her finger towards me.
“It’s a leaf cut–like a paper cut, but from the edge of a leaf.”
Sure enough, I could see a small cut at the joint of her second finger. She squeezed it a bit and a bright smear of blood showed.
“It really burns.”
“Ok, we’ll leave for home soon. It’s getting dark anyways…”
I resumed my gardening task and CG went up to the spigot to wash her hand.
She returned a few moments later, so proud of her garden bandage: a soft ‘cloth’ of lambsear tied with a sprig of Mexican sage.
“It feels better now.”
Saw this sigfile on a message from an email list today:
Only two defining forces have ever offered to die for you:
1. Jesus Christ
2. The American G. I.
One died for your soul, the other for your freedom.
Wow. I don’t know what the definition of a ‘defining force’ is, but I can think of other people who have put their life on the line for me–starting with my own mother on my birthday. And I don’t know any American GI’s who have ever personally offered to die for me. And, honestly, though I appreciate the unselfish sentiment of both Jesus and the GI, I’d rather they’d just live(d) their own lives rather than sacrifice themselves on my behalf. I can take care of my own soul and my own freedom, thank you.