Lillia in our new house.
I haven’t put much thought, or words, into this blog in probably over a year. Reading back over my previous entries, I was struck by how the trajectory of my life got away from me for awhile, but how I think I have finally caught up to it. It’s a relief, I must say, finally to be able to wind my fingers through that flowing mane of destiny; not quite back on the horse, but I’ve got a hand on it. I’m facing a moment wherein I have the power (and it feels good ) to choose which path that this horse and I will take. I don’t always have the best sense of direction, and sometimes my horse and I get lost in painful brambles or, as of late, become separated in the dark, dense forest of daily life. But, we always find each other again.
Here’s to new beginnings—perhaps now is the time to invest in a saddle . . .
Charles Reznikoff’s “Te Deum”:
Not because of victories
I sing,
having none,
but for the common sunshine,
the breeze,
the largess of the spring.Not for victory
but for the day’s work done
as well as I was able;
not for a seat upon the dais
but at the common table.