I drove home yesterday afternoon.
It turns out it was just what I needed – a moment to pause and think.
Of course, I have to drive home, write papers, paint pictures, clean messes, etc later this afternoon, but for now. . . I can rest and be truly thankful for an extra hour in the day, for ma famille, and for endless inspirations.
“Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off – then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.” – Herman Melville, Moby Dick
[Photo: Found off Hwy 54//Grace Farson]