From the sickbed

I am still not at 100%, which is a total DRAG. I'm thinking that this year's bug is like this for everyone--but it STILL is a pain in the ass. I'm at that point where I am ready to be GOING and DOING and all that, but I feel physically limited and it's just a CHALLENGE.

Added to this is that strange vacuum that can happen when something goes to the dogs--the rest of your life seems to be in the sickbed with you. Without going into too many details, I feel in an odd crisis of faith and action. A lot of things that seemed workable before have also suddenly gone to shit and I'm wondering WHAT'S NEXT or how can I heal the head cold the elements of my life have taken on?


A BIG congratulations to my friend Keri and her husband Jeff for their little miracle Tilden! Oh, beauty!

We stand on a precipice, then before a chasm, and as we wait it becomes higher, wider, deeper, but I am crazy enough to think it doesn't matter which way we leap because when we leap we will have learned to fly. Is that blasphemy or faith?

-Diane Arbus