It’s a small venue – a conference session or a corporate meeting, the audience close enough for him to engage with them a bit as he speaks. From my seat on the sidelines, separate from the main tables, I watch him deliver in his smart, engaging, funny way. Continue reading ‘In the audience’
Just in passing, I read something about self-care.
That you can’t give what you don’t have.
That you have to put your own oxygen mask on first.
And this makes me think of you.
That’s a common enough occurrence; thinking of you comes naturally. Today it’s this topic, but it could be any number of other things that bring you to mind at any time. Or nothing at all; you’re just there in my thoughts.
I don’t feel it, but I am, technically, hanging off the lower half of the planet. If not for gravity I, and the ship I am in, would fall off the world. Would, perhaps, be hurled off into space by the spinning of the earth under us. Continue reading ‘Adrift’
I haven’t seen him in forever, and I’m surprised to find he’s the guest lecturer at a session I’m attending.
It’s wonderful to see him, and afterward, we make plans to get together for dinner… Continue reading ‘A large and looming nothing’
It’s cold and drizzly outside as I step into the arch of the museum lobby. I’ve already spent a leisurely morning at another museum across town, but the Philbrook is supposed to be lovely, and since outdoor activities are presently limited by climate and wardrobe deficiencies, I make it my current priority.