This week somehow went from look very nice and orderly on paper to mayhem and mess in real time. I have a hundred things to write about, but there are always dishes to be done, books to read, e-mails to write, snow to play in … Blogging just hasn’t made into my daily rhythms. Maybe that’s a good thing.
Last night and into today, I’ve felt agitated and squirmy, wrestling with this problem: how does one fuse a strong pursuit of excellence and achievement with peaceful rest and time to just be? Madeleine L’Engle has always been an encouragement in this, but lately, it’s been an ever-present tension for me.
Anyhow, I have 1 more lesson and 1 more cup of chamomile tea to finish. 6 hours until I hurl my alarm clock against the wall.
And yes, if you’ve been on twitter or facebook, I do have a black eye and it’s from a clothesline. Story to follow …
April 17, 2009 at 1:31 pm |
Hello Shmelf! I am now following you! how did you get flickr pics up on your blog? teach me.