Just when I think I know something. Just when I think I have a plan. That thing changes, that plan shifts, I get it that there's just too much out there to know and the truth is truly surprising. Nothing all that new but newly and truly learned every single day of the past couple of weeks. It's leaf-under-your-feet-crunching time, and then Buffalo got snow dumped. Though, that's never much a surprise.

The mere fact that I'm tossing words into this bottle is a surprise. That I'm giving myself more time to paint, to draw, to dream and to relax is surprising. In my working and waking life I'm surrounded by yoga instructors and stress so the yogi are kindly helping me breathe. It's the same lesson my mom taught me what feels like a billion years ago.

More surprises, if you want 'em. A magic song about want by Rufus analyzed and written so even a musically clueless could learn from here. This poem by T.S. Eliot which I found by accicent:
surprises...

T.S. Eliot (1888–1965). Prufrock and Other Observations. 1917.


Cousin Nancy

MISS NANCY ELLICOTT

Strode across the hills and broke them,

Rode across the hills and broke them—

The barren New England hills—

Riding to hounds

Over the cow-pasture.



Miss Nancy Ellicott smoked

And danced all the modern dances;

And her aunts were not quite sure how they felt about it,

But they knew that it was modern.




Upon the glazen shelves kept watch

Matthew and Waldo, guardians of the faith,

The army of unalterable law.

 
More soon when you least expect it. Surprise, surprise...
Rachael