Tuesday, October 1, 2013

The Old Gray Mare, Part 456

God, that's an ugly photo of me, isn't it?

I woke up extra early this morning and lay in my bed reading emails while simultaneously telling myself that I shouldn't lie in bed and read emails but rather go outside, exercise, meditate, bask in gratitude, do a devotional. I read the emails, finding a perverse pleasure in deleting, deleting, deleting, even the news, the expected news that the government was shut down. I heard through the grapevine that a beloved teacher at our school was fired, and I quelled the rising nervousness in my stomach, the uncertainty of the future -- the closed government, the powers that be in every institution, even our little charter school, mistrust -- the growing sense of futility I feel despite a bit of age and experience and, dare I say it -- intelligence? Delete, delete, delete. I texted a friend that I am particularly uninspired of late, and not even blogging, the daily practice of it that so inspired my off-line writing, is working for me. The old gray mare just ain't what she used to be. Ain't what she used to be, ain't what she used to be. Then I read this, by one of my favorite bloggers, and I'm up out of bed and onward.

Thank you, Pauline.


  1. As some very wise people are apt to point out, the universe can sometimes be abundant, even when we are not.

  2. I think you're proof that you don't have to feel inspiring to be inspiring. Also? You're no old gray mare.

  3. #61 at this website says deleting old e mails it self-care. So, there you go!


  4. Love this, love the post you linked to, and Philip Lopate and the essay as well.

  5. onward! and thank you for linking to pauline's blog, i'm glad to have discovered it.

  6. I love what Pauline wrote about you, especially "more writerly than bloggery." So true. And I like her writing too, so thank you for that link.



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