Clump #187: Clear out wire basket of assorted junk that had migrated into son’s bedroom.
There I go, anthropomorphizing the clutter again. Ahem. I shoved this stuff together when clearing out our kitchen desk. And it was before Christmas this year, when I was frantically readying for a party. No need for carbon dating.
Oh, my poor heart strings! Today is our son’s birthday, and when I turned over the picture frame on top I was overwhelmed. It was a photo compilation my younger sister had made for another birthday years ago. Here’s a portion of it, a little blurry, like my eyes right now:
My memory of driving our son home from the hospital is of all the trees in bloom. It was as if the whole world was celebrating. Today was a gem of a day, and I was fortunate enough to go with some friends to a Japanese tea ceremony at the Shofuso Japanese House and Garden in Fairmount Park, Philadelphia.
We learned about the four elements to strive toward in the tea ceremony: purity, harmony, respect, and tranquility. They were all present.
We were served a sweet wrapped in a young cherry tree leaf that had been fermenting for a year …
and a lovely bowl of bright green macha tea.
The beauty of the setting was exquisite.
Even without many leaves.
One tree was perfectly pink against a perfect blue sky.
We were all struck by the elegant simplicity of the place and of the ceremony. No extraneous movements or things. I include this photo of a musical instrument in honor of our musician son:
Everything had a place and a purpose. I will try my best to remember.