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May 9, 2018
Wednesday, May 9, 2018
Books are the plane, and the train, and the road. They are the destination, and the journey. They are home. Anna Quindlen, How Reading Changed My Life I set a personal intention that this will be a writing summer and, on the heels of that, add reading. I’m giving myself permission to spend long and lazy
May 8, 2018
Tuesday, May 8, 2018
You may not control all the events that happen to you, but you can decide not to be reduced by them. Maya Angelou I dream that some things are being taken out from under me. Then I’m walking through a garden with someone I don’t trust and telling them something I think they want to
May 7, 2018
Monday, May 7, 2018
The beginning is always today. Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley The sweetness of the pre-dawn morning gently ushers in the day and the week. It’s quiet, but for the regular breathing of Gerry next to me, Maya snoring softly at the end of the bed, and the distant sound of road noise through the open window. Through
May 6, 2018
Sunday, May 6, 2018 – Creative Intention
“I’m not very creative” doesn’t work. There’s no such thing as creative people and non-creative people. There are only people who use their creativity and people who don’t. Unused creativity doesn’t just disappear. It lives within us until it’s expressed, neglected to death, or suffocated by resentment and fear. Brené Brown It’s another beautiful day.
May 5, 2018
Saturday, May 5, 2018 – Presences of Absences
I saw that, for me, this country would always be populated with presences and absences, presences of absences, the living and the dead. The world as it is would always be a reminder of the world that was, and of the world that is to come. Wendell Berry, Jayber Crow Gerry and I arrive at
May 4, 2018
Friday, May 4, 2018 – Adapt
Writing is like breathing, it’s possible to learn to do it well, but the point is to do it no matter what Julia Cameron, The Right to Write: An Invitation and Initiation into the Writing Life Something different today. I’m joining in with a group of writers for Five Minute Friday where we’re given a
May 3, 2018
Thursday, May 3, 2018
It’s exciting to see things coming up again, plants that you’ve had twenty or thirty years. It’s like seeing an old friend. Tasha Tudor, The Private World of Tasha Tudor This is our fifth spring back in Canada; retired, and seeing things through the lens of a different life. This is the fifth spring of
May 2, 2018
Wednesday, May 2, 2018
I go into solitude— so as not to drink out of everybody’s cistern. When I am among the many I live as the many do, and I do not think as I really think; after a time it always seems as though they want to banish me from myself and rob me of my soul—
May 1, 2018
Tuesday, May 1, 2018 – Bounty
Thou hast made us for thyself, O Lord, and our heart is restless until it finds its rest in thee. Augustine of Hippo, Confessions I long for ordinary time: predictability and routine. Even as I write these words I see the absurdity of them, because even in ordinary time sands are shifting—sands are always shifting. Still I
April 30, 2018
Monday, April 30, 2018 – The Good Life
The really wonderful moments of joy in this world are not moments of self-satisfaction, but self-forgetfulness. John Piper, Don’t Waste Your Life Seven years ago. I’m on I-5 heading toward home. I see a billboard with an image of a couple relaxing in lounge chairs on a sandy beach with turquoise water and palm trees
