Blood Water Paint by Joy McCullough is an
amazing debut (it is her 10th novel so take heart). Lyrical, it tells the story
of the artist Artemesia Gentileschi as a young woman, how she painted, the
horrific trial she endured, and the two women from the Bible, Susanna and
Judith, whose stories gave her the strength to go on. This book is a
masterpiece. Of course, I had to look up Artemesia's paintings and I'm not
surprised that many of her works are about women mistreated by men.
Alexander Hamilton's Guide to Life by
Jeff Wilser is the one book about Hamilton you can't afford not to have. It's
concise and filled with many of Hamilton's maxims. Ex: "'Tis my maxim
to let the plain naked truth speak for itself; and if men won't listen to it,
'tis their own fault." on self-improvement, career, romance,
money, relationships and more. However, he had nothing to say about leisure
except, "Employ all your leisure in reading." I was particularly
fascinated by his facility at writing, how quickly and decisively he wrote.
"All the genius I have lies in this...It is the fruit of labor and
thought." It's a good guide to the writing life as well.
Acedia & Me: a Marriage, Monks, and a
Writer's Life by Kathleen Norris is a difficult book to describe. I'd never
even heard of this word, but by reading this book I've learned not only its
meaning but its history, and the role it has played in the author's life. In
short, acedia is indifference, and today more people than ever are suffering
from it. The front flap says, "left unchecked it has the power to destroy
the capacity for joy and to undermine commitments to work, marriage,
friendship, faith, and community." The monastic tradition gives an answer
on conquering acedia. If you've ever felt depressed or spiritually dead, this
book might just give you a lifeline. Kathleen Norris writes like a poet.
The Art of the
Wasted Day by Patricia Hampl is a lovely book full of memories of
home and travelling. It is also a little bit sad because I realized partway that she is missing her husband, who passed away. She purposely recounts the visits she makes to places where people
made leisure their goal. She begins with two Irish ladies who retire in Wales,
followed by a visit to Mendel's monastery, and finally to Bordeaux where Michel
Montaigne invented the personal essay. I've never read Montaigne but I found a
copy of his essays in Max's pile of books. This book reminded me again of Leisure: the Basis of Culture by Josef Pieper. What's stuck
with me is how the highest leisure is really that of contemplation and the
fruits that arise from it--like music, art, stories. It is such a gift!
I'm happy to say this summer has brought plenty of leisure time.
It's what allowed me to learn about self-publishing. I
hope you all will steal some time to do what you love if you haven't already
done so. Today is our 24th wedding anniversary. So thankful and blessed to be
married to a man after God's own heart. I love you, Michael, especially when
you make okra and tomatoes from the garden. Yum!
Ready. Set. Go! My girl is ready to conquer this last year of high school. I think she might even have enough AP credits to skip a year of college. We'll see. 
