February 28, 2014

on quiet

Right now, my life is quiet. Quiet and cold.

There are big changes coming, a spring of work travel starting soon, and decisions to be made. But right now,  I can go to work, come home, and then sit in the stillness and read.

It's been a long time since I've had this much quiet. I think I like it.

In an attempt to reclaim the time, I'm aiming to read 50 books in 2014. I know that regular people use goodreads or something, but I didn't want to add another website, so I'm keeping my booklist on pinterest. If you have any suggestions, please, send them my way! My favorite so far of this year -- Where'd You Go, Bernadette about a reclusive architect, her microsoft guru husband, and their 11-year-old daughter's planned trip to Antarctica.



I know that compared to [insert your favorite colder place here] we have nothing to complain about. But it has been FREEZING in dc this winter and I'm ready for spring. Emily Dickinson said it well, except for the part when she tries to keep April away. COME ON APRIL I AM READY.

Dear March — Come in —
How glad I am —
I hoped for you before —

Put down your Hat —
You must have walked —
How out of Breath you are —
Dear March, Come right up the stairs with me —
I have so much to tell —

I got your Letter, and the Birds —
The Maples never knew that you were coming — till I called
I declare — how Red their Faces grew —
But March, forgive me — and
All those Hills you left for me to Hue —
There was no Purple suitable —
You took it all with you —

Who knocks? That April.
Lock the Door —
I will not be pursued —
He stayed away a Year to call
When I am occupied —
But trifles look so trivial
As soon as you have come

That Blame is just as dear as Praise
And Praise as mere as Blame —


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