quince.jpg(Lovely photo of flowering quince via Kathryn in MA.)

It feels like fall outside this morning.  Yesterday afternoon, we got a slow, steady rain, that sort of precipitation somewhere between a drizzle and a downpour.  This morning, the cool front behind the rain has moved in, and it’s sweatshirt weather. 

I spent a lot of the afternoon sitting in our sunroom, all the windows open, with a cup of hot tea and my journal, and track sixteen of the Spirited Away soundtrack playing on repeat on the CD player.  (It’s the scene where Chihiro is riding on the train [YouTube here]…this particular track is instant calm for me.)

Had some blueberries that needed to be eaten, and fast, so I threw together a batch of lemon poppyseed muffins and added the cup and a half of blueberries to the batter.  With a little lemon juice mixed in with some powdered sugar as a bit of a glaze, drizzled along the tops of the just cooled muffins, they were nummy.  Mr. ReddHedd gives them a thumbs up, anyway.

I was doing a little research yesterday afternoon, and ran across a quote from Martin Luther King, from Remaining Awake Through A Great Revolution – included in this book of sermons  which I wanted to throw out for some discussion this morning.  Here it is:

Through our scientific and technological genius, we have made of this world a neighborhood and yet we have not had the ethical commitment to make of it a brotherhood. But somehow, and in some way, we have got to do this. We must all learn to live together as brothers or we will all perish together as fools. We are tied together in the single garment of destiny, caught in an inescapable network of mutuality. And whatever affects one directly affects all indirectly. For some strange reason I can never be what I ought to be until you are what you ought to be. And you can never be what you ought to be until I am what I ought to be. This is the way God’s universe is made; this is the way it is structured.

John Donne caught it years ago and placed it in graphic terms: “No man is an island entire of itself. Every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main.” And he goes on toward the end to say, “Any man’s death diminishes me because I am involved in mankind; therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.” We must see this, believe this, and live by it if we are to remain awake through a great revolution.

Let’s talk a bit this morning about building more ties that bind. I’m going to grab myself a muffin and a fresh cuppa coffee. Pull up a chair…

PS:  So he doesn’t think he’s both gone and forgotten, here’s a song for Gonzo…enjoy.