Rain in the night and now clearing - once again it seems like Camelot.
I read of young Mitchell who since his surgery for removal of a tumor from his spinal cord and chemo and radiation is now at a facility for those with spinal cord injuries. As I read of his re-learning basic tasks and how long it takes him to do them, I know that I will better appreciate combing my hair, going to the bathroom, getting something to eat. I also learn that most spinal cord injuries are a result of accidents, motorcycle, skiing, etc. It is hard not to feel our fragility. Recently I read of finding the spinal cord of each poem, of creating a spinal cord for a poem. I love the image and see the curve, delicacy and absolute need.
I absorb these words of Michelangelo and feel more motivation on my own day. I worked all day on the book yesterday. We had the parts and now we continue to try and seam them and that is quite the task and probably where we usually lay the project down and say enough. I am hoping to use these words to keep me in my chair and focused on what I want and hope to say.
"If people knew how hard I worked to get my mastery, it wouldn't seem so wonderful after all."
It is Friday and my book group meets tonight in the East Bay. This is a weekend created to honor the heart of the Earth. May we all enjoy, honor, and play. I realize now it is probably odd to be driving on such a day, but we do carpool, three to a car, so perhaps just once a month it is okay.