Walking Alone

It is dark this afternoon.  Thundering.  An intense storm is brewing...making me smile.  Tonight I think I'll work on a few pages of the book that never seems to get written.  There is nothing quite like this weather to put me in a writer's frame of mind.  My day began with a reference to Poe (thanks, Bob) and provided the proper segue into a thunderstorm and my impending creative outlook.  Poetic words like these help as well. 

"Beauty In Walking Away"

Marie Digby

A light shines off

In the distance

A pale flickering glow

How many times

Do I have to dream

That I could be there

The time is here

And she won't be

Waiting for me

To find the easy way out

I've lost count of the days

That were wasted

There's an answer

In the sound of a train

There is wisdom

Past the bridge on the bay

There's a lifetime

Through the fog

In the rain

There's a beauty

In walking away

I float on the streets

That are empty

Take the path

That the wind only knows

My mind is a whirlwind at times like this.  I'm feeling a 'little bit of crazy' going on, and while it's, um, crazy, it's also  (I hope) productive.  Somehow, before my evening activities commence, I think I'll pull out my copy of Educational Leadership and study...but just for a little while.   For now.

Thinking Out Loud

the car is a mess and not ready for a road trip. i don't have time to clean it but what will my mother think? i have groceries to purchase, dinner to cook, and friends to meet in a few short hours. saint louis tomorrow:  forest park, the art museum, italian on the hill ~ either rigazzi's or zia's ~ then an italian bakery for my allyssa caroline. fondue with mckenzie ashten.  hanging with my girls and mom and little sis.  i should be preparing for this doctoral interview but a weekend of culture goes a long way in that vein. coach york called me for a pep talk.  coach york called ME for a pep talk!  he thinks i'm ready. he thinks i'm ready!!!  so do i.  i really, really think i am...

The woman who follows the crowd will usually go no further than the crowd.  But the woman who walks alone is likely to find herself in places no one has ever been.

~Albert Einstein