"When everything else has gone from my brain ... what will be left, I believe, is topology: the dreaming memory of land as it lay this way and that." Annie Dillard
Having a comfy couch or chair on which to recline as I do these things ... that's another detail to enjoy. As are the rhododendrons that bloomed while I wasn't looking.
It's no secret that being restricted narrows the lens, helps us focus on what we still have. I'm trying to let this flu bug do that for me.
Labels: perspective
posted by Anne Cassidy at
7:45 AM
I’m a writer and editor, the author of "Parents Who Think Too Much" and a freelancer published everywhere from the "New York Times" to "Woman’s Day." I’ve been scribbling my thoughts in one tattered notebook or another for most of my life, but this blog is the first time I’ve gone public. I'm glad you've landed here, and I hope you visit often.
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