[from Old High German springan, to jump] to move by elastic force; to issue with speed and force or as a stream; to make a leap or series of leaps; to release or cause to be released from confinement or custody (selected definitions from Merriam-Webster's Tenth edition).
It's a little premature to be making this pronouncement, but when the spirit moves, what are you going to do? Move with it, of course. The weather was warm over the weekend with a little sunshine and a little rain. No need for a jacket most of the day. A chance to fix loose boards on the fence, split and stack wood, talk to the neighbors, and think about tying a cable from the leaning pine tree to a straight pear tree next to it, hoping to keep the injured pine from getting worse.
A good time to sit outside with a glass of white wine while it gets dark and call Helga at school. She has papers and other projects due this week, exams to take, and other business to take care of on time - taxes, applications, financial aid forms, a lease, a deposit, a job. It's a full plate. Hearing her voice, it is clear that she has a handle on the multiple tasks, and she has shown that she knows how to take things one at a time.
That was Sunday. Monday was warm enough to leave windows open and listen to the birds during my early-evening class. I had such a good workout that I decided to go for a bike ride instead of staying for yoga. A few minutes out, the lowering darkness, heavy traffic, and the approaching storm convinced me to cut it short. So I turned around at Maxtown Road, and heading home against a strong headwind saw the first impressive lightning of the season cut across the south sky. Feel the ions in the electric air!
Just enough light remained to stack a row of firewood under the shed while the storm poured down, giving my mind a chance to process some of the day's events - bank deposit, tuition payment, software training, internships - while my hands handled wood. It's funny how that works, the visual and tactile doing their thing while other thoughts do what they have to do.
Belaboring the obvious since 1967. "Language is a labyrinth of paths." Ludwig Wittgenstein. "Hush hush, baby don't believe a word." Corky Siegel. “Let me say this about that.” Richard Nixon. "An editor is a person who knows more about writing than writers do but who has escaped the terrible desire to write." E.B. White. "Style is based on limitation." John Hartford. "Easy reading is damn hard writing." Nathaniel Hawthorne. "I'm better off having something to get up for every morning." Edna Case.
About Me
- Sven Golly
- Writing is like prayer: say what you need to say, as if anyone is actually reading it. Assume the head is suspended from above, face the front with the mouth closed and the tongue touching the roof of the mouth. Arms, hands, and fingers hang naturally at the sides. Relax the body, clear the mind, breathe deeply. Inhale, exhale.
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