High Points of Summer!
I can’t believe I missed all of July, blogging. I was in New York for a big chunk of the month and although I wrote (sixty pages!!!) I didn’t write every day, and I got out of my habit of noticing the high points, my own, and the high points of those around me. I went to dozens of plays and galleries. I saw good, good friends and ate amazing food. I worked out at the gym. I saw clients. I got very, very sick. The whole month–July–was a kind of high point of my adult life.
Now I am home, in my very different life, working hard on two book projects and cycling and seeing my beloved friends, reading and sitting in my bay window, and thinking a lot about so many good things. I Scyped my Dad! He looks amazingly good. He’s 80! What a gift, to get to see him, show him old photos, sing to him. I got a letter from a student who is a camp counselor. An actual letter. A written thing. What a gift: pencil and paper and truth.
Someone has too many gladiolias, so I am going to harvest a raft of them for my pretty little house–swords of joy.
I’m happy to be back. I’m happy to be here. I’m looking forward to fall semester, and the students, and the life of books and bikes and love and faith, fun, and forgiveness.
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Nice Post.
It’s always nice to come home.