WAITING FOR SPRING
Being alone makes me introspective; how could it not? I think about things I don’t normally have time to think about, when there’s no pull of constant obligation tugging at my sleeve. I wonder what I’m doing here, what I’ve done, if it was worth it. I’m not done yet, not by far, but sometimes I wonder what exactly I am planning to do with this “one wild and precious life”. (…time passes while I go and read Mary Oliver poems online…) Dichotomy at play: years of experience fill me up and yet there are so many things I haven’t...