November 19, 2011

To Joy

We're having the kind of November weather that inspires total strangers to stop and wonder aloud -"Can you believe this warmth?" "It feels like September, doesn't it?" "Isn't it fabulous, won't last too much longer." "Might as well enjoy it while we've got it..." The kind of weather that makes you want to call everyone you know and say, get over here, come take a walk, this is amazing...The kind of weather that makes you say to the grumpy little troll in your brain, muttering about global warming, oh, sit down and shut up.

We are in a gentle fall-forgetting for a moment the aberrant October snow storm-as if the seasons were reluctant to change places, taking just one more bow. We, too, are reluctant to hurtle through time.
I got up very early; too much to do. On the way to the library I passed a sign, carved into its surface-a line by Jenny Holzer.  I stood and gazed at the block-lettered inscription: IN A DREAM YOU SAW A WAY TO SURVIVE AND YOU WERE FULL OF JOY. That word, joy, stuck with me and it sprang to life.

Overheard this week…

You'd expect men running for president would sling around a little less horseshit...And know enough not to step in it, too.