New Year’s Day is a pause for me. I lie on the sofa and watch movies and football. I let life happen outside of me and around me. Then yesterday I spent the entire day in action–restoring order after the holidays. Chopping wood, carrying water. Untangling Christmas lights. Two very different days, but two days I let slip through–catching nothing. Instead of an inner life, an outer life. Today, I’m hoping to restore order in my study; there are piles everywhere. I’m starting here.
“Laura reads the moment as it passes. Here it is, she thinks; there it goes. The page is about to turn.”
The last few days, nothing written on the page. Today, big hopes.