Sometimes you simply have to STOP, lean over and rest a spell.



Sometimes you simply have to STOP, lean over and rest a spell.



As a retiree, it’s both pretty sad and very telling that the most exciting text (followed by an email) that I received today was an invitation to take part in a diarrhea study. But with the possibility of payment!

(I did not reply STOP.)
My very favorite subject in high school was GEOMETRY.

Unlike calculus, trigonometry, and even algebra, geometry just made plain sense to me.
I mean, everything seems to have a shape. Even if it’s shapeless, isn’t that still sort of a category of a shape?
I also like the way the word “geometry” sounds and even feels coming out of my mouth. Try saying it.
“gee-ah-muh-tree”
Now try saying it a little slower.
“geeee-ahhhh-muuuh-treee”
It’s like getting a teensy massage of the mouth and lips. (Stop staring at me like that. It is!)
And it has such a rhythmic flow.

So yes, I love geometry. The word and the subject.
And apparently, so does my iPhone’s camera. For as I was walking out our front door the other day, minding my own business, my phone looked down and somehow without my assistance snapped a quick photo of our hallway floor, etc.,etc., including my left shoe.

When I discovered the unintentional (at least by me) photo, I have to say that I was a bit charmed with my phone’s artistic expertise and perspective.
Just look at all the geometry!
Circles and squares and ovals. Rectangles and triangles. Lines and points.
If I squint, I think I can even make out a few symbols from sacred geometry.

So even though I have not discovered what the geometry of the universe really is, I do have a better “footing” for my hallway’s geometry.
Marveling this Monday morning, as I scroll through a hodgepodge of photos from our Baltimore trip last week.
NATURE







ART









Even our cutlery at lunch in the Mount Vernon section of Baltimore was sort of artsy.


I believe that if we attend to our lives carefully, we will see much to cause us to pause and MARVEL.

Does food (or life) get any better than this?!

So last weekend, Robert and I ventured down to Jacksonville, Florida to get away from the St. Patrick’s Day craziness here in Savannah. (We live on the parade route.)
One of our weekend meals found us in the Mayport area of Jacksonville, just off the Atlantic Ocean. and at one of our very favorite seafood restaurants, Safe Harbor.

I got the blackened shrimp and haddock. Oh my goodness!

Robert got something or other, I can’t remember what, I was too busy with my own seafood extravaganza.

But here he is …


The Joy of Food!

Tonight was the fourth and final Taize service at our church, Asbury Memorial, in Savannah. Next on the Christian liturgical calendar is this weekend’s Palm Sunday.
(Here’s a link to my first post about Taize, with a bit of explanation about what it’s all about: https://nealenjoy.com/2024/02/28/taize/)
Tonight’s final service was again splendidly simple and peace filled.


The emphasis was upon Living Water.
From the order of service:
“After Pope John Paul Il visited the ecumenical, monastic Taizé community in France in 1986, he said:
One passes through Taizé as one passes close to a spring of water. The traveler stops, quenches his thirst, and continues on his way. The brothers of the community do not want to keep you.
They want, in prayer and silence, to enable you to drink the living water promised by Christ, to know his joy, to discern his presence, to respond to his call, then to set out again to witness to his love and to serve your brothers and sisters in your parishes, your schools, your universities, and in all your places of work.
So come into this place of peace & let its silence heal your spirit;
Come into this place of memory & let its history warm your soul;
Come into this place of prophecy & power & let its vision change your heart.”

CHANT: Let all who are thirsty come. Let all who wish receive the water of life freely. Amen. Come, Lord Jesus. Amen. Come, Lord Jesus.
May the peace that passeth understanding, the peace of God, which the world can neither give nor take away, be among us, and abide in our hearts. Amen.
You know you’re getting … “older” when you open up an email such as this …

And find it not only a fascinating read, but just so very practical, and maybe even a little bit hip.
Or at least close to the hip.
So last year, Robert and I joined Georgia’s uber-cool Farm Passport Program.

“The Farm Passport is your guide to discover Georgia, support local farms and experience fresh food. Grab your passport and let it guide you across the state to see the diversity of agriculture Georgia offers.
The Farm Passport features over 90 farms included in Georgia Farm Bureau’s Certified Farm Markets program, which was created to help people discover where their food comes from, meet the farm families who grew the food, and create lasting memories with loved ones as they travel the state.” Farm Bureau, GA
We had a blast and visited 22 Georgia Farms.
Last weekend we made a little trip to Macon to pick up our prizes and to explore old town Macon a bit.

Here I am with one of the leaders of the Passport Program.

And look! Here I am with HR and our nifty new Farm Traveler T-shirts. (After all, remember, it’s T-shirt Tuesday.)

And here are a few images from our time in Macon, which by the way is (was?) my birthplace.




The cool ceiling of our Airbnb …







