Saturday, May 16, 2009
Then Everything Happens
Fay Weldon once wrote, "Nothing happens, and nothing happens, and then everything happens." I am feeling the truth of that these days, in that "nothing" has been happening for a while except for the daily rituals that I take for granted (and shouldn't).
But I feel that imminent everything. I don't anticipate it in a bad way, but a good (despite the ambiguity of the quotation). Graduation looms, as does the completion of a long-time writing project (while I still wait to hear about another).
So I'm waiting for everything, and feeling those little sparklers of anticipation in my midsection.
Pictured: my cat Mulliner, who waits, too.