I really haven’t just been lying around with the lovely Kate on my lap for the last eight years, although that would have been a worthy use of my time. Nope. Quit my newspapering job. Got hired to help a Eugene nonprofit expand its mission around the country. Got divorced. Got married. Remodeled a house. Finished a novel. Wrote another novel. And rediscovered Exquisite Now. In coming days, I’ll fill in some of the blanks of the last few years. Love to hear from others who left their blog behind, missed it and came back. Specifically, how are you different? Thanks for any sharing.
When I walked out the door after work on Thursday, about 5:50 p.m., it was still bright, beautiful evening sky shot with pinks and the sun still slightly above the Coast Range peaks. Sitting here this morning at 6:30 a.m., the eastern sky is light. Listening to the morning train whistling through town, I feel winter receding. I feel I traversed the passage of the dark.
“Nor can we hurry change, which has a calendar of its own. The best and the unique turnings in life are never forced, their roots have been growing in us underground for a long time, without our conscious notice, awaiting only what Jung calls a ‘meaningful coincidence.'”
This is from novelist Dorothy Gilman, who wrote the “Mrs. Pollifax” mysteries, plus a little gem of a book about her own search for independence, “A New Kind of Country.” The quote comes from page 74 of the 1978 paperback edition.