Saturday morning, a little time is left here at Starbucks. Less now, but enough. 

Drought assaulted shrubs in my yard need a drink. I feel the obligation. I’ll provide water until it rains tonight (or perhaps not). Weather reports are speculation even with the improved accuracy of late. That is all it is, which holds true of much of the “news” information which is offered. Would we be better not to take such reports into account, as if the information were unavailable? What would be closer to the truth. Reports clutter the mind-space, obscuring my role, what I must do, – a distracting tide of information. Get out the hose and turn on the tap!

The earth is a living entity, like a god, unfathomable, no matter how clever the artifice of our tools. Water is the “life” of every organism. Life and death really. Too much of it…. Then!

Today we’ll drive to Elmhurst to join with family members for a grandchild’s soccer game. I am not interested in soccer, still the game will be a medium of instruction which critical for his well being for the entirety of a life. That puts a different light upon a running competition to kick a ball into a net. When he is on the field, I’ll pay attention. Otherwise, perhaps I’ll attend to more reading.

At conclusion of the game, what about the Art Fair about which I heard, at the Naperville River Walk? Summer Art Fairs are magical happenings. I would like to lend more support to intentional makers of art. All humans create in ways minute and momentous,- as long as there’s a modicum of psychological balance, some hold upon the inner self. 

Nowadays, we are a troubled people are we not? Art alone cannot redeem us. Art will keep us alive though, like  a shot of O2 when you can hardly breathe.

And now for a song to illumine our journey! If I Can’t Have You written by the Gibb brothers, 1977.