nothing's coming to mind

Here's a snippet from the end of a book I recently read - C.S. Lewis’ Perelandra, the second in his space trilogy. The Green Woman, an inhabitant of this planet, is speaking to Ransom, who is from earth. On this world most of the land is floating islands that swell and drift with the waves and currents, but there is also a Fixed Land (land as earth inhabitants think of it) on which Maledil (who made them) instructed them not to live. She finally understands why:

“The reason for not yet living on the Fixed Land is now so plain. How could I wish to live there except because it was Fixed? And why should I desire the Fixed except to make sure – to be able on one day to command where I should be the next and what should happen to me? It was to reject the wave – to draw my hands out of Maledil’s, to say to Him, ‘Not thus, but thus’ – to put in our own power what times should roll towards us… as if you gathered fruits together to-day for to-morrow’s eating instead of taking what came. That would have been cold love and feeble trust. And out of it how could we ever have climbed back into love and trust again?”

Something to think about.

Other things that have been on my mind or in my days: learning to identify bird songs and calls (or trying anyway), trying to coax Calvin into eating more crickets, running, thinking about making pies, music I want to play, being with people I care about, hope for the garden and planting seeds, trying to decide if I can get away with baking everyday. I probably can't, but wouldn't it be nice to have a little bakery? I may just start doing that and spontaneously showing up at people's houses with creations to share. Or overwhelming my coworkers with experiments to try.