Summer light comes in at different angles, making ordinary objects breathtaking at just the right moment.
The pile of laundry,
the cat on the bed,
the glass jelly jar on the kitchen counter, knife perfectly balanced, the strawberry preserves a smeared stained glass window into the ordinary.
Home. "Bed, Board, rooftree and doorway become the choice places of healing, the delimitations of our freedom. By setting boundaries, they hold us in; but they trammel the void as well. By confining, they keep track of us- they leave us free to be found, and to find ourselves." - Robert Farr Capon
"We need good liturgies, and we need natural ones; we need a life neither patternless nor over-patterned, if the city is to be built. And I think the root of it all is Caring. Not that that will turn the trick all by itself, but that we can produce nothing good without it.
True liturgies take things for what they really are, and offer them up in loving delight. . . . Culture is the liturgy of nature as it is offered up by man. But culture can come only from caring enough about things to want them really to be themselves – to want the poem to scan perfectly, the song to be genuinely melodic, the basketball actually to drop through the middle of the hoop, the edge of the board to be utterly straight, the pastry to be really flaky. Few of us have very many great things to care about, but we all have plenty of small ones; and that’s enough for the dance. It is precisely through the things we put on the table, and the liturgies we form around it, that the city is built; caring is more than half the work.” -Bed and Board: Liturgies of Home, Capon