Misadventures of the Monster Librarian

Last night was about a long walk a vodka and soda on the rocks an amazing sunset yoga mediation reading before bed One more day of Summer Reading. Tomorrow. I can do this. "Sunset" Slowly the west reaches for clothes of new colors which it passes to a row of ancient trees. You look, and soon these two worlds both leave you one part climbs toward heaven, one sinks to earth. leaving you, not really belonging to either, not so hopelessly dark as that house that is silent, not so unswervingly given to the eternal as that thing that turns to a star each night and climbs- leaving you (it is impossible to untangle the threads) your own life, timid and standing high and growing, so that, sometimes blocked in, sometimes reaching out, one moment your life is a stone in you, and the next, a star. --Ranier Marie Rilke

" Sunset" Slowly the west reaches for clothes of new colors which it passes to a row of ancient trees. You look, and soon these two worlds both leave you one part climbs toward heaven, one sinks to earth. leaving you, not really belonging to either, not so hopelessly dark as that house that is silent, not so unswervingly given to the eternal as that thing that turns to a star each night and climbs- leaving you (it is impossible to untangle the threads) your own life, timid and standing high and growing, so that, sometimes blocked in, sometimes reaching out, one moment your life is a stone in you, and the next, a star.  -- Rainer Maria Rilke I am leaving the Farm behind Tuesday morning, setting off for a week in Jamaica with my family; a wedding; saying goodbye to my brothers' singleton-dom. I am also being left behind while I am gone. Bestie Mummy Dearest and family begin their move to North Carolina, leaving behind family and friends here for ...

One of the things that always amazes me is how I can do things; remove myself from community in small ways; and yet when I come back into It; Community; the Farm; I see, smell, taste, hear things in a different way. It never fails. This weekend provided me many opportunities to be away from community; to fall away from things here; to enter some worlds of slight anonymity; to come back refreshed. It was nice to find  comradery in this feeling with Farmer MacDonald who just returned from Poland. We walked and talked about things seen there and things changed here and how different things can seem after having been away. At the end of our walk the sunset was brilliant, streaking pastels in dazzling strokes. On thinking about that beautiful sunset and  the profundity of being I turned to Rilke. "Sunset" "Slowly the west reaches for clothes of new colors which it passes to a row of ancient trees. You look, and soon these two wor...