Thursday, August 25, 2011

"and things slowly come back into perspective"



 Cannon Beach, one of my special places

"Cooking is the only part of housekeeping I manage with any grace; it's something like writing a book: you look in the refrigerator and see what's there, choose all the ingredients you need, and a few your husband thinks you don't need, and put them all together to concoct a dish.  Vacuum cleaners are simply something more for me to trip over; and a kitchen floor, no matter how grubby, looks better before I wax it...Every so often I need OUT; something will throw me into total disproportion, and I have to get away from everybody - away from all these people I love most in the world - in order to regain a sense of proportion. 

I like hanging sheets on lines strung under the apple trees - the birds like it, too.  I enjoy going out the incinerator after dark and watching the flames; my bad feelings burn away with the trash.  But the house is still visible, and I can hear the sounds for a few minutes.  My special place is a brook in a green glade, a circle of quiet from which there is no visible sign of human beings.  There's a natural stone bridge over the brook, and I sit there, dangling my legs and looking through the foliage at the sky reflected in the water, and things slowly come back into perspective...If I sit for a while, then my impatience, crossness, frustration, are indeed annihilated, and my sense of humor returns."

A Circle of QuietA Circle of Quiet, by Madeleine L'Engle



3 comments:

Alison said...

How I love that book! I've read it too many times to count...

Jenny said...

I have only read this far in the book...multiple times...it seems all that I need to hear at the time so I haven't ventured further. Perhaps I need to but she answers all my questions there, sometimes I just need to be. Thanks for the reminder.
~Jenny

Linda said...

I just reread this book a few weeks ago. She was such a brilliant writer and, I imagine, a lovely person. I know just how she feels.