There are so many berries around now, August. Berries and bugs. It reminds me that there is plenty for all the animals. They do not worry about where their food will come from, or what the future will bring; they are always given just what they need, when they need it.
I will probably end up getting an internet connection next week for the convenience of having all the online things I do more immediate. But I have mixed feelings about it. I end up writing notes to myself to remember the things I am supposed to do while online, then forgetting the notes.
But there is a slowness - and open-ness - that comes from not being always-connected. I read a less wide range of things and am more involved in the book that I am reading now -
Hannah’s Child by Stanley Hauerwas, fascinated with the spiritual workings of an extrovert who is also theologically brilliant. I guess I never imagined that an extrovert could have a deeply developed “inner life” with little or no self reflection. His personal theology has been distinctly refined by friendships. And perhaps too, by the action of writing.
