There is a lesson here for me …

It is I who must begin.
Once I begin, once I try —
here and now,
right where I am,
not excusing myself
by saying things
would be easier elsewhere,
without grand speeches and
ostentatious gestures,
but all the more persistently
— to live in harmony
with the “voice of Being,” as I
understand it within myself
— as soon as I begin that,
I suddenly discover,
to my surprise, that
I am neither the only one,
nor the first,
nor the most important one
to have set out
upon that road.

Whether all is really lost
or not depends entirely on
whether or not I am lost.

~ Vaclav Havel ~

(Teaching With Fire, ed. by S.M. Intrator and M. Scribner)

Happy Birthday, Mom!

Mom, it was good to start my day with a chat with you. You asked where we put Twyla … well, here is a photo. The view out the window is now of a giant white thing rather than a picturesque old barn but we’re happy she’s there. It was tricky! I don’t think she’s going off this mountain until we leave for good!

Here’s wishing you a wonderful day, Mom!

Twyla in the driveway