A half-bushel of paste tomatoes and another of regular, a day's labor and, viola! Ten quarts of juice, and twenty pints plus four quarts of canned tomatoes -- a treasure trove for soups and sauces this coming winter.
And the delightful sound -- snick! -- of lids successfully sealing. Thirty three of them..... which means one didn't, so I had tomato juice along with my lunch today.
This past weekend I was at a workshop/retreat at a cabin on Lake Shavehead, in Michigan. After a week of rain, two days of sunshine were a delight. Both mornings began with a luminous sky, glowing steam wafting off the lake, and then the dancing sparkles of sunshine on the water.
But my 'sparks of light' for the weekend came a little later in the day. On Saturday my eye was caught by the interplay of light and shadow as the sun hit this old canning jar.
And my second 'spark of light' was the interactions of this group of Gestalt Pastoral Care trainees. It is our second year together, and this was the first meeting of the fall. Our sessions are always a mix of hard work and often tears, liberally seasoned with grace and healing laughter -- another interplay of light and shadow. It was good to be together again.
I am wondering about the way my understanding of 'spark of light' seems to have something to do with this interplay of shadow and light -- something to notice and to reflect on further as I seek sparks of light this week.
My approach to contemplative photography --
Tell about it."
Mary Oliver in "Sometimes"