As Sunday approaches midnight I’m headed to bed with the latest edition of Poets and Writers magazine.
My quote of the week ahead…. “Life's unfairness is not irrevocable; we can help balance the scales for others, if not always for ourselves.” Hubert H. Humphrey
There are as many nights as days, and the one is just as long as the other in the year's course. Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word 'happy' would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness. - Carl Jung
I’ve always been almost as interested in biographical information and interviews of poets as their work itself. My own twitter bio says, “The Poem Is My Bio.” This evening I read an interesting interview with Rachel Zucker by Publisher’s Weekly.
Zucker speaks of an awkward situation concerning her book The Bad Wife Handbook when her oldest son said to her sheepishly, “I couldn’t sleep last night and I went into the living room and I read your book.” Then he asked, “What does it mean to be a bad wife?” It had never occurred to her that her audience for the book would include her son.
Zucker makes an interesting point concerning writing so frankly about her family. “I have the choice about whether to publish these poems, but I don’t think I had the choice about whether to write them.”
Our office participated in diversity training this morning. So I thought I’d share this thought on the subject of diversity….
“For those who have seen the Earth from space, and for the hundreds and perhaps thousands more who will, the experience most certainly changes your perspective. The things that we share in our world are far more valuable than those which divide us.” ~ Donald Williams
Yes, sadly my San Francisco Snow Globe on my office desk crashed to the floor one day last week. I moved my monarch planner and it pushed a stack of files forward toppling the the city in a bubble to the floor where it exploded with a loud pop; water and sparkles rained all over my carpet.
The globe as a gift a from my son number of years ago. He knows besides being an avid San Francisco Giants fan, I love the city itself. I realized how naked that corner of my desk appeared this afternoon.
The day had a number of other disasters – all survivable but still, it ranks low on my list of great days.
On a brighter note, I have completed a rough draft of a Mission Statement. I just need to refine it a tad bit, but I am close to finished. I’m mostly trying to reduce it (the language) to tighten it up a bit.
I’ve been working in my imaginary gardens tonight, pulling some weeds, planting new words. Watching as it struggles to grow into a place the real toads would inhabit.
