Maybe a better analogy is that bucket of time spackling that I carry with me, especially when I’m sitting right here, at my computer. I see a gap or the threat of an opening, I plug the that time bugger up with time spackling and move on.
You can’t take it with you. But what if you could? What if the keeper of the gate allowed one personal carry on? What would you take with you?
Two robins visited me this morning.
My peace is here, in this creative unfolding.
And I understand again, this is where I was going all along.
If I can write deeply and meaningfully about the worst part of someone or about the stellar behavior of another, it’s because it’s in me, too. … It’s all of us.