My tendons have been hurting so much that I’ve been unable to walk without knee braces, let alone run. But it was such a beautiful day. The sun came out, it really came out, and I thought of you, I thought of the notes I write to you in my head when I go anywhere but never end up writing down because they belong to the walk and are meant to be air-scribbled.

I’ve been going over my review, painlessly editing stuff. Even the things that haven’t quite fallen into place are alive and that is encouraging even though I’m tired. But all I need is Sendak:

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This is for you and for me.

The Real Work
Wendell Berry

It may be that when we no longer know what to do
we have come to our real work,

and that when we no longer know which way to go
we have come to our real journey.

The mind that is not baffled is not employed.

The impeded stream is the one that sings.

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