11/1/14 20:17
The fire was burning as the night descended
on this town. It was dark all day; one
of those dreary days when waking up in the morning seemed like the middle of
the night. I watched from our bedroom window as the wind pushed
off brown leaves that tumbled like chaotic birds for moments - before settling
into the cold moist grass. Ali was
studying for her class. Shea called from
Mather Hospital. Eileen was up in the emergency room, her gall bladder is
acting up. Ali is there. She can reassure Eileen since Ali had her
gall bladder removed...almost ten years ago?
Joe and Bella are watching TV and I took advantage of this day, the
weather, the rain to read the NY Times and wrote. I’m editing my new novel and the task is slow and arduous. I also looked into taking some classes at
Empire State, finishing my bachelor’s degree with the eventual goal of attending
seminary school in the city. It has been
an elusive goal of mine for more than ten years and like my previous attempts
at school, I am motivated early and then after the work hits - I raise the
white flag. From my estimates, I must be
close to 80 credits. From getting credit
from Stony Brook while in high school, to Suffolk Community to Purchase and
back to Stony Brook for a year or so and now Empire State. I have a coach who I have hired for three
months. It’s not a lot of time, but I am
sure she will motivate me as I pursue this goal. I just thought I would share this with
you. It’s not as if we should hang it up
as we approach our mid-life and later years, fifty, sixty or seventy.
While reading last week’s New York Times Magazine, there are numerous
articles on aging. I recommend getting a
copy. T.H. White, the British naturalist
turned novelist to write “The Once and Future King.” Speaking of the mind, “There
is only one thing for it then – to learn.
Learn why the world wags and what wags it. That is the only thing which the mind can never
exhaust, never alienate, never be tortured by, never fear or distrust, and
dream of regretting.” I think of Franciscan Brother Dunston who is at Little Portion and who I spent a couple of hours with last Saturday. He is a man brimming with love and at 92 continues to warm the world. I pray for him since he shared the friary is closing...
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