Summer is really happening here at last. Sunshine and even heat have finally made thier way into our cool green damp corner. I have been busy with everything and nothing in particular. I love spending evenings on my deck squinting in the sunset, sometimes with my laptop, sometimes with a book, but most often just feeling the warmth on my face and simply being.
I have been thinking often on one of my favorite literary passages of all time from a book that is more dear to me than nearly any other, My Antonia by Willa Cather...
"The earth was warm under me, and warm as I crumbled it through my fingers. Queer little red bugs came out and moved in slow squadrons around me. Their backs were polished vermilion, with black spots. I kept as still as I could. Nothing happened. I did not expect anything to happen. I was something that lay under the sun and felt it, like the pumpkins, and I did not want to be anything more. I was entirely happy. Perhaps we feel like that when we die and become a part of something entire, whether it is sun and air, or goodness and knowledge. At any rate, that is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great. When it comes to one, it comes as naturally as sleep."
The entire book is currently available to read HERE- although I recommend finding yourself your very own copy to read over and over again.