I’ve been spending so much time in front of one tool or another — a stove, an iron, a sewing machine, washer, dryer, television, computer — that I have lost connection with the living, breathing, growing, the ever changing and created.
So busy being creaTIVE and the creaTOR that I have let my connection with creaTION wither and fall away.
This morning, for the first time in weeks, I took my cameras with me for a little tour around the back yard. I’ve been “away” for so long that I’ve lost the connection, I’ve lost the story. When did the roses stop blooming? The grass is so dry, the weeds are so plentiful, uncut field grasses are head high and the thistle has bloomed and blown. When did this happen? Was I away that long?
A little neglect may breed mischief …
for want of a nail, the shoe was lost;
for want of a shoe the horse was lost;
and for want of a horse the rider was lost.-Benjamin Franklin
Poor Richard’s Almanac, preface (1758)