Summer rain breaking the spell of heat and humidity, very welcome. Back working at my desk, a pot of sencha green tea at hand, a large white bowl of blue and mauve hydrangeas on the sill.
All in all, it was a great festive season despite my reservations and the occasional resounding detonation of bad news. Conversations still running through my mind, friendships blooming, the rooms calm and undecorated again, the garden bleaching and running to seed as we turn the corner and move into late summer, four more months of heat and drought.
2014, the year of thinking harder, better, at more depth? Bracing reminder from Alan Jacobs in the New Atlantis:
But if you want to do really good work, intellectually and/or artistically substantive work, then your first question can never be “How do I express my ideas?” but rather “How can I acquire ideas that are worthy of being expressed?”
Computer buggy and slow. My personal motto for this year, as in previous years: When in doubt read a poem or two. Let the poem happen to you, immerse yourself, forget yourself, connect with something other than self but embracing self. Resolve nothing. Let go of all the controlling, fixating on petty, improving, deprecating, scrabbling after. Let the world be.
New Year’s Day