And also after eight straight weeks of la la la look at me sitting down to write like it's nothing, I got just that this week. Nothing. Eh, it happens.
As it happens, I'm waiting for this elephant in the room to exhale & it's actually taking quite a bit of energy to not think about how long an elephant can hold its breath. So though I'm not apparently thinking about anything, I can't think about anything else. And I hate to be cryptic, but I also can't talk about it right now. But don't worry, it is trivial and has nothing to do with knock knock jokes of any kind.
Anyway I hugely believe in ebb and flow, and that to everything there is a season turn, turn, turn & a time for enterprises of great pitch and movement, and a time for giving up on making vaguely beans for dinner and going out for beer and Chinese food. And for tossing the coins and leafing to the page in the Wilhelm edition of the I Ching where I will be told:
Strength in the face of danger does not plunge ahead but bides it time, whereas weakness in the face of danger grows agitated and has not the patience to wait.
And also:
We should not worry and seek to shape the future by interfering in things before the time is ripe. We should quietly fortify the body with food and drink and the mind with gladness and good cheer.
That means chex mix, right? I think it means chex mix.
