It's a bit gloomy today, both outside and in. A lot of us are feeling depressed or anxious or just plain Sunday-ness. I don't think there's anything to do about it other than let it be, let it roll on in and inevitably, out.
This silly city is primping for the awards ceremony tonight, and I don't think I can stomach it. I have a dear friend coming over, though, and perhaps if I print out those ballot forms and give them to the kids, I'll have girded my loins and will present a more good-humored face.
We live in an old chaos of the sun,
Or old dependency of day and night,
Or island solitude, unsponsored, free,
Of that wide water, inescapable.
Wallace Stevens, from Sunday Morning
*also a line from a favorite poem by Wallace Stevens. You can read it here.
*also a line from a favorite poem by Wallace Stevens. You can read it here.
Ah, love. Here we are. We put one front in front of the other. We pray for the passing of these gray days.
ReplyDeleteYour beautiful girl looks so very cozy. Yeah, I find Sundays melancholy too. I don't comment often but just to tell you: your blog lifts me everyday. Hugs to you and Sopha Lopha. ❤️
ReplyDeleteIt's gray. Not feeling that red carpet at all.
ReplyDeleteBut I adore that photo of Sophie.
Gorgeous Sophie.
ReplyDeleteGorgeous Sophie.
ReplyDeleteI watched the oscars with Brittany, trading tweets. That made it fun. Sophie's seems to be resting deeply. She's so delicate and beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI skipped all that Oscars hoopla entirely. As for Wallace Stevens, I have always struggled with him. I don't dislike him, not at all, but he requires a level of patience and koan-like openness that I find very difficult.
ReplyDeleteOh to rest like that and in such a beautiful nest, too!
ReplyDeleteSuch a sweet picture of Sophie.
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