Salutations, Friends,
Are you, like me, trapped indoors, by this plaintive drizzle?
I’d really wished to avail myself of a walk about Boulder today, but it looks unlikely. Unless I find merits in being wet! Then I shall have a grand time gamboling through the slush.
Tomorrow I return to D.C. And time, time is never enough to enjoy the comforts of home. I feel as if I arrived only yesterday. Yet I visited with friends and family, hosted a party for my partner’s parents in honor of their 40th anniversary, wrote and rewrote, and that’s a wrap. It begs the question, what is time well-spent? Is it goverend by seconds and minutes? Or is it subject to whimsy? Perhaps its condition lies somewhere between both extremes.
For my own part, I am certain to prefer the open-ended day to its more regimented other. Nothing beats free time, as far as I’m concerned. It is wonderful to waken with the stretch of hours unaccounted, and to contemplate the possibilities. I fancy that everyone wishes more time to have. But we live in a world obsessed with the hour, and it seems like an alarm is always waiting to sound off.
True to form, I’ve spent much of my time this trip, happily, with lightweight burdens of only-occasional social obligations and meetings. I don’t believe I’ve offended many by my relunctance to pay them visits. But who knows? My love affair with peace and solitude, may yet prove embarrassing to the expected duties of a Congressional Spouse. To those I missed, I promise to trim the hedges next time out! You have my word!
For now, it’s probably for the best that I get back East. I have many projects to tend, and we all know the wilds that supplant when we soldiers of civility are absent our posts!
April 18, 2009 at 3:29 am |
I am happy you got to visit with a few friends and family. Especially you family because I know you are close. And then planning a party, you rock. I know you enjoy you down time and really have little of it these days. But keep up the novel,your blog, and you new frequent trips to whole foods to make delicous vegan meals, and time will fly there too. Plus you have a new job. I do however, miss that we did not get together, but we will make the time when we can. It doesn’t mean we are not thinking of each other. Keep up the good work. Have a safe trip.
April 18, 2009 at 3:32 am |
still on the blackberry! Sorry for all the your vs your.
April 18, 2009 at 7:23 am |
I know your parties are the stuff of dreams and unquieness…and that my friend, is never time wasted. I know everyone invited was blessed and begging for the next invite. I hope you strive for balance between moments of solitude and peace and meetings and schedules. Today was VERY WET! Being a person who had to trugge through it to work and on lunch and again home I was damp and very moist. But mother earth needed to refresh all her green plants and children. Spring and summer can’t bloom without food and nourishment. At least that is what I was telling myself as water dripped from my nose. Safe travels. Get back to your new city with new ideas and refreshed body for the next round of games.
April 18, 2009 at 9:14 am |
Ugh I mean you vs your!
April 18, 2009 at 4:01 pm |
Travel safely and muse fondly! It was divine to see you, or at least semi-divine:) Hope that was fun, by the way.
April 22, 2009 at 3:09 am |
You wrote: It begs the question, what is time well-spent? Is it goverend by seconds and minutes? Or is it subject to whimsy? Perhaps its condition lies somewhere between both extremes.
Perhaps time can not be spent, but rather only experienced…being but a subjective notion of the mind, time is an interpretation of the perpetual ‘now’ that seems to beg only one thing…the recognition of its ever-present possibility which requires neither our interpretation, understanding, qualification, limitation or judgment…just out experience of whatever presents itself.
April 22, 2009 at 3:57 am |
I too love peace and solitude, albeit punctuated with action and the masses. It’s so nice to have a house (or insectless apartment!) to retire into for private respite each eve, isn’t it?