sunday morning

with forecasts of heavy rain to come i'm sitting in jayne's backyard in glorious sun. jayne and willow are doing yoga inside and i've foregone same so i can catch up on the last 24 hours in iran over coffee, and enjoy the solitary stillness with the birds before a day of chat and art making takes over.

i liked this, from today's writer's almanac...

It's the birthday of American writer John Edgar Wideman...

He said,

"Good writing is always about things that are important to you, things that are scary to you, things that eat you up. But the writing is a way of not allowing those things to destroy you."

and ireland's faith gets an intriguing mention in a recent SoF Observed, Yeats Reminds Me

“We are a nation of believers. We produce anti-clerics, but atheists, never.”
- William Butler Yeats

i've not a drop of Irish blood in me and have not (yet, anyway) taken citizenship, but i've lived on this island for not far short of 22 years, and inescapably shaped by this place. this line from Yeats is a provocation. my initial response was, "But there are atheists on this island". a beat later i heard myself thinking, "But was it Ireland that "produced" their atheism, or influence from someplace else?"

raindrops are falling on my head. time to move...


LB