|From Planting Along The Verge|
on our way home yesterday i stopped in Harmony, population 18. it’s 8 miles down the road from us but i hadn’t stopped in years. someone bought the town a few years back and almost all the shopkeepers left shortly after. it wasn’t his plan for a slaughterhouse that drove everyone away but apparently he was difficult to get along with. the pottery studio is still there and so is the glass studio but the post office open in 1910, closed down two years ago. there is a chapel still in use. a beautiful little spot.
i think this door way was the back of the Harmony Pasta Factory.
an appropriate image for me today.
i don’t know whether to knock softly or pound on it with closed fists. do i even want to go through? is my reluctance cowardice, inertia or fear? all of the above?
something i heard on Alan Watt’s podcast the other day keeps ringing a bell.
“the mystery of life is not a problem to be solved but a reality to be experienced.”