I am grateful for what I am and have.
My thanksgiving is perpetual.
It is surprising how contented one can be with nothing definite– only a sense of existence. –Henry David Thoreau
My dear friend and editor Ruth left yesterday for London. It’s nothing to do with Silky–she and her husband have just gone on vacation. How I wish they’d taken me with them! Not only do I love London, with all it’s precious memories of my research trip thirteen years ago, but I’m feeling rather adrift and at a loss without Ruth’s support–both moral and editorial. It’s funny how you don’t realize the extent of your dependency on another person until they’re no longer available. Luckily, they’ll only be gone a couple of weeks.
Many of my friends have been traveling of late and I yearn for my own adventure. Fortunately, I enjoy my simple little life and find contentment in it, but a change of scenery never hurts. Silky’s glamorous jet set lifestyle is certainly appealing in my present state.
My path is currently taking me on a creative journey, one without passports, different time zones or foreign currency. I’ll have to live vicariously through Silky and my friends for the time being and focus my attention on the adventure of editing, securing an agent and getting a publisher!