On Friday morning, we were blasted out of our normal routine by a call from a friend in dire straits. With that, we abruptly entered another world: of Emergency Room and hospital…different air, vibration, requirements altogether as life and death co-existed (as they always do) but now we felt them clearly. Priorities reordered instantly: many things had to be set aside in order to help, keep vigil, suss doctors, make food, comfort…we hoped that all else would take care of itself, or others would take care of it…
We posted sporadically and still notices of new subscriptions kept appearing from strangers who seemed to be saying, It’s all fine. Take some time. We’re there!
In the midst of it, going to or coming home from the hospital, we were aware of the scent of linden in the air.
Today we had the great pleasure of bringing our friend HOME, to our home, where we will keep an eye on him until he just fine enough to be on his own. We and he are in linden-scented air now, amazed at the many ordinary joys we missed these past six days, finding great joy in the ordinary, the miraculous everyday.
It rained and the air is cool, with lightening in the distance. Cherries are in season, Perhaps tomorrow we’ll collect linden blossoms to make some tea — thé de tilleul as it is called in France— as we do every year…
The Silver Linden, above, is from Mitch Epstein’s wondrous New York Arbor.
With thanks to the many friends and strangers who sent us their good wishes.