Good morning!
It’s Tuesday. A few hours after yesterday’s Respite went out, I found a note pinned to the back door. In scraggly handwriting on a strip of birch bark, it read, “We the undersigned wish to protest your recent portrayal of asters as ‘Tropical Luau’ flowers. While some of our members may express themselves through colors best reserved for a Lily Pulitzer dress, we are, by and large, a relatively subdued and sincere autumnal group.”
Instead of signatures, they attached photos of themselves. Yes, those are aster selfies you see up there.
In the hopes of restoring peace in the fields, meadows, shoreline, and open forest, I dedicate today’s Respite to all the subdued and sincere autumnal asters of the world. Long may there be room for us all.
“I dream of a world of infinitive and valuable variety; not in the laws of gravity or atomic weights, but in human variety in height and weight, color and skin, hair and nose and lip. But more especially and far above and beyond this, is a realm of true freedom: in thought and dream, fantasy and imagination; in gift, aptitude, and genius—all possible manner of difference, topped with freedom of soul to do and be, and freedom of thought to give to a world and build into it, all wealth of inborn individuality.”
—W. E. B. Du Bois
Onwards in infinite variety,
Clara
I love the quote. I also dream of a future like that.
That quote reminds me of the motto of the Vulcan Science Academy from Star Trek, "Infinite diversity in infinite combinations."