Fall Cleaning

It is raining. It rained all night. There is something very pleasant about the sound of rain. It's sooths me in some ways, in other ways, when the fall rains start in the PNW, it usually means the end of summer. Yesterday at the farmer's market, there was an abundance of great tomatoes, many varieties. A delicious fresh smell in the air—tomatoes, berries, flowers. As I perused the tables of zucchini and greens and peppers, the sky grew very dark a nervous flickered through the venders. Finally rain broke loose and everyone scrambled. It was fun and wet. I had an umbrella with me, as I could see the handwriting...

This is a time of abundance, and at the same time, it is a time of returning to nothingness. I'm trying meditation with a mindfulness group—my intro being last night. I think it might help me get through the end piece of this divorce. My friend was asking me what the etymology of divorce is. This is what I found on Online Etymology Dictionary : 1377, from O.Fr. divorce, from L. divortium "separation, dissolution of marriage," from divertere "to separate, leave one's husband, turn aside" (see divert).

Turn aside, to divert. I think I was writing in my journal about water being blocked from a neighbor's property—it was in a movie. He was being forced off his land. That's the feeling I've been left with, although I think I'd say the love has been diverted—surely there will be another recipient for his love and my house, which I'll finish cleaning out next week. All is well that ends well, the saying goes. I'm trying to have resolution here, but he thinks I'm trying to keep him from being happy. That's interesting, because I think resolution will make us far happier in the long run.

What to do with the garden tools. I could bring them to the shed at the community garden. Mark them, so later I'll have them if I move into a little house. Or I could just buy new ones. There is nothing like a fresh rake.
Cheers,
Flower