Word reaches me by email at my office this afternoon: Willow the blind cat died this morning in Normandy. I can't remember a thing about that instant only hours ago, which distinguishes it from the many other instants before, after and all around. Everything was as if stopped. The cat touched me unthinkably. She was [...]
Late afternoon. I'm sitting in an armchair in the back garden, under the overhang, watching the wind whip the world to and fro. Above the tree line, the sky veers from pale gray back to the marvelous blue that it was only an hour or so earlier. The earth spins us away - clouds thick [...]
Summer is drawing to its end, and I have no answer. Perhaps that is the answer, as always: Pen moving across page, fingers tapping keys, letters, then words, then phrases. Not looking forward or back, just the loop of what is at hand, stroked in black ink.
Rain today, contre toute attente, and after a night of somewhat stifling heat that had had me tossing over and over in my bed. Was convinced in reverie that it was all due to biological or psychological turmoil, when in fact it was just hot, the temperature had just not descended with the sun. Contre [...]
Coming and going again. Corsica was a marvelous Mediterranean gem. A perfect nine days wandering amid turquoise sea, white sand, rugged mountains. Kindness also bountiful. Now for something completely different: Normandy for final summer retreat. More joys and much else to come. Always returning, wherever I go.