Sunday, May 23, 2010

In Transition

to those of who you have been checking in and finding nothing new.
as the school year comes to an end
and the
of all of life's ch-ch-changes
I'll be myself again --
or at least,
a slightly haggard
version of that self,
but myself nonetheless.

I have been looking into schedules.... How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. What we do with this hour, and that one, is what we are doing. A schedule defends from chaos and whim. It is a net for catching days. It is a scaffolding on which a worker can stand and labor with both hands at sections of time. A schedule is a mock-up of reason and order -- willed, faked, and so brought into being; it is a peace and a haven set into the wreck of time; it is a lifeboat on which you find yourself, decades later, still living. Each day is the same, so you remember the series afterward as a blurred and powerful pattern.

There is no shortage of good days. It is good lives that are hard to come by. A life of good days lived in the senses is not enough. The life of sensation is the life of greed; it requires more and more. The life of the spirit requires less and less; time is ample and its passage sweet. Who would call a day spent reading a good day? But a life spent reading -- that is a good life. A day that closely resembles every other day of the past ten or twenty years does not suggest itself as a good one.

-- Annie Dillard, "The Writing LIfe"


  1. Love this. Thanks for sharing.

  2. Love Annie Dillard so much. And good luck winding down the semester, Jill!

  3. I too am looking forward to finding my less-stressed self at the end of June. School/teaching can't end soon enough. I am so ready for summer.