It’s been a typical summer day. Blue sky, waves of heat, cicadas singing. It rained a little bit, and there was a thunderstorm somewhere, but most of the day has been just like this. I was on my way to the farm stand on the back road to get some blueberries, and the fields of corn were so beautiful that I had to stop. Though there wasn’t any place to take a photo from a higher vantage point, I can tell you that I think there’s something perfectly wonderful about a corn field, spreading out across acres, tassels waving in the breeze.
In another part of my world, today has not been typical. Barry Fraser, a blog friend and a wonderful writer, died yesterday. Reya has written a beautiful post (thank you, Sister), and others have as well, so I’ll let their words speak for me. I’m deeply grateful to have encountered Barry when I was on my own cancer journey, and I’m also grateful to be one of the fortunate ones. I’ll be here to wave him into the next world. I just hope that my life and the way I live it honors him in some small way.
Not Plain Jane 