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strength for the future
30/9/06 20:24On the underside to the lid of this afternoon's bottle of tea: "If we don't change the direction we are headed, we will end up where we are going. - Chinese Proverb"
Not an inappropriate admonition for the end of this month and the eve of Yom Kippur. I got back from DC late last night, and am still half-addled from lack of sleep (66 billable hours and counting...). In addition to the usual raft of to-be-answered emails, I have four sympathy notes to write (no one close, but a result of having enough acquaintances who matter to me and a "the least I can do" m.o. The other side of the coin, of course, is the gladness of having so many people to care about, and knowing in turn that there will be friends who will check on me when it's my turn to endure such losses).
Also from the week: two rejections (but one of them had passed first cut, so that's cheering) and a very pleasant dinner at Fleming's -- more pricey than our usual night out, but fantastic service and ambiance (quiet but not tomblike, and no wait). We split a bowl of French onion soup and a plate of tuna carpaccio, and dessert was key lime torte.
My current mealtime/bathtub reading is Sylvia's Farm: The Journal of an Improbable Shepherd. I am currently on the chapter in which she waxes upon her infatuation with mangel-wurzels, but the passage I bookmarked earlier today was the one which ends "Days of Grace":
Not an inappropriate admonition for the end of this month and the eve of Yom Kippur. I got back from DC late last night, and am still half-addled from lack of sleep (66 billable hours and counting...). In addition to the usual raft of to-be-answered emails, I have four sympathy notes to write (no one close, but a result of having enough acquaintances who matter to me and a "the least I can do" m.o. The other side of the coin, of course, is the gladness of having so many people to care about, and knowing in turn that there will be friends who will check on me when it's my turn to endure such losses).
Also from the week: two rejections (but one of them had passed first cut, so that's cheering) and a very pleasant dinner at Fleming's -- more pricey than our usual night out, but fantastic service and ambiance (quiet but not tomblike, and no wait). We split a bowl of French onion soup and a plate of tuna carpaccio, and dessert was key lime torte.
My current mealtime/bathtub reading is Sylvia's Farm: The Journal of an Improbable Shepherd. I am currently on the chapter in which she waxes upon her infatuation with mangel-wurzels, but the passage I bookmarked earlier today was the one which ends "Days of Grace":
Winter skies will come soon enough. Each task done needs bring its own joy. And the day requires being lived well without fear of tomorrow. It is in gathering the beauty of each individual moment that one, in truth, gains strength for what the future holds.- Sylvia Jorrin
