Behold the last rose of summer. (There are actually two others close by.) It got quite cold last week. Brave roses! I had to bring all my plants in from the “Florida Room” (see below). They are piled in and on and around the dining room. The rubber plant has grown a LOT and will need to be re-potted. Yikes.
And the geraniums soldier on bravely.
‘Tis the last rose of summer
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone…
“Stop trying to protect, to rescue, to judge, to manage the lives around you . . . remember that the lives of others are not your business. They are their business. They are God’s business . . . even your own life is not your business. It also is God’s business. Leave it to God. It is an astonishing thought. It can become a life-transforming thought . . . unclench the fists of your spirit and take it easy . . . What deadens us most to God’s presence within us, I think, is the inner dialogue that we are continuously engaged in with ourselves, the endless chatter of human thought. I suspect that there is nothing more crucial to true spiritual comfort . . . than being able from time to time to stop that chatter . . . ”
― Frederick Buechner, Telling Secrets
dual personalities 