I can't sleep…
What is there in life if you do not work? There is only sensation, and there are only a few sensations— you cannot live on them. You can only live on work, by work, through work. How can you live with self-respect if you do not do things as well as lies in you?
~ Maria Callas, in an interview in the London Observer, 1970 (via The Writer Who Stayed By William Zinsser)
Notes: Quote via The Hammockpapers. Portrait: Maria Callas Fan Club
In the margin of my Bible, the heading of Ecclesiastes, I’ve added,
‘Reflections of an old man chasing after ‘good things.’
~ Lisa Anne Tindal, “Vanity and Strife” (Sept 27, 2019)
Notes:
2:39 a.m.
Lying in bed. I Can’t Sleep. Apparently, I still haven’t Live & Learned enough.
The window is open. It’s me and the crickets, and my thoughts that fill the night. And a passing car in the distance.
I hear / another year rustle by like the night’s / one car. (Beckian Fritz Goldberg)
8 years ago today, well, not exactly today, but close enough, this blog was born.
I jump over to FB to re-read a comment on my last post: Tethered to Nothing.
This comment coming from a thoughtful (very), quiet (very), semi anonymous Follower.
“Tethered by community. Tethered by the community you have created with your posts.”
And then the soft ah-ha.
Tethered to Nothing?
No.
Tethered to you. All of you.
And grateful…
Photo: Mennyfox55
The startled blue heron erupts out of its long-legged
inwardness and flies low to the pond over its
shadow. My eye flickers between its great sweep
of wing and its blurred mirror motion almost white
in the pond’s sky-shine. At the end of each wingbeat,
the long body dips toward its rising shadow. Now
the heron settles back down onto itself as far away
from me as the pond allows and I finish my walk half gangly,
half graceful thinking if I were a bird, this is how I’d fly.
~ Nils Peterson, “Blue Heron” from All the Marvelous Stuff (2019)
Notes: Poem via 3quarks Daily. Blue Heron photo: Pennington
5:15 a.m. Traffic flowing. 16 minutes to the office.
Long day yesterday. Whaddya remember? What Stuck?
In bed. 9:40 pm.
ZzzQuil slow drips.
Mind whirring, but in slower revolutions.
Right ear bud pumping in “The Daily Podcast” with “The Anatomy of a Warren Rally.”
Words drift in and out, sleep meds seeping deeper. And then Mind stops, and locks on. Continue reading “Driving I-95 S. Tethered to Nothing?”