The gift of time
I'm grateful for it, and for Margaret Renkl's and Ross Gay's gratitude... and glad to get back to school too.
And that was the week that was. Don't be sad it's over, be glad it happened (whether Dr. Seuss said it or not.)
…In "The Book of (More) Delights," the poet and essayist Ross Gay writes about the gift of time that opens up whenever he unexpectedly arrives at an appointment early, or when the person he plans to meet is running late. Such unplanned changes in agenda can feel, he writes, "like the universe just dropped a bouquet of time, and often a luminous bouquet of time, in your lap."
That's what a snow day feels like here. A snow day in the American South on an overheating planet is exactly like an extravagant bouquet of luminous time that comes out of nowhere and lasts as long as it cares to, on a schedule we cannot entirely predict, much less control. Last week the sky offered an unexpected gift of time. Thank God I had no choice but to take it. —Margaret Renkl
And be glad it's finally time to get on back to school.