New

Even babies struggle against the womb, their known universe, the same old place. But how uncertain the journey to come must seem.

It is time for something in my life to change, time to welcome something new. May I say, though: I wish I knew just what I was struggling for. What can I hope for? It would help me know the battles I should be prepared to fight, the ones I should breathe deep and glide on through.

Sunday Scribblings

No rest for the wicked

So, the week before, we were spending every possible minute making arrangements for the art workshop, rescheduling travel arrangements, scurrying about collecting research, interviewing new caterers when the one we'd planned to use suddenly got shut down for some code violations. Let's just say, we were busy. Rumor is, though, the workshop went well.

But now it's over. So much for it.

Homecoming is coming up. There will be no rest until early October.