It was a beautiful day here, and tonight we go to the high school to see the Senior Art Show. The morning had started with a flat tire, so, for a while, I escaped into Glee. I baked banana bread, made homemade gifts, involving glue, collage, listened to holiday music. Oh, what a lovely, lucky life I live. But then, in the afternoon, my husband brought home the bad news about the shootings in Connecticut, the people lost, the children. I sought out the news. The Charter for Compassion shared this image, and it is how I feel, too. There's something terribly wrong.
"You must change your life," said Rilke. So that's what I keep doing. I've been an encyclopedia editor, a poetry editor, an actor and director, a library clerk, and an assistant professor of English. Now I'm a freelancer, work part time in a library, blog "eight days a week," study the random, tend perennials, and listen to birdsong.