I bought a better desk chair. Interview finished (fun but painstaking) and sent, another web page revised, another cover letter ready for (extensive) editing, more (aiee) new opportunities have been added to the February first deadline. By then I will have been writing and editing and re-writing and re-editing for an entire month of wan grey days.
Silence is an ocean.
Speech is a river.
When the ocean is searching for you, don’t walk
into the language-river. Listen to the ocean,
and bring your talky business to an end.
Traditional words are just babbling
in that presence, and babbling
is a substitute for sight. – Jalal ad-Din Rumi
I fancy I will be able to feel its vibrations, calling me towards the sea.
so I am a bit of a dramahblahg queen today.
But I am so very weary of sitting and writing, was under a pall of a friend’s sad story – and of no sunlight for days and days – and sorely in need of good news.
When I opened the e-mail titled Your Beater,
at the top of my lungs,
Two more things to be built on its cover,
the bronze beauty