It has been a FULL day---I have cleaned, mopped up cat-mess in all the wrong places, cooked a soup, weeded and mulched around the big silver maple in front by the street, have written the daily pleas to congressmen, signed petitions for a continued open internet...
I also searched for a novel I remember by Doris Lessing, witten decades ago, called Mara and Dann. Memory of it was called up last night by Gore's movie, "An Inconvenient Sequel". Lessing, z'l, was a consistently prescient writer, always ahead of the curve on the very cutting edge of her time. I read this novel, predicated on massive climate crisis, at least twenty years ago. I wonder how it is that someone has both the mind and the courage to find themselves way ahead of the pack, seeing reality in colors very different from their contemporaries, and to express their truth, that very few will understand until almost a generation later. Then it occurs to me that my beloved was another of those prescient ones, wo saw with the heart of the past and the eyes of the future.
In Zalman's recliner, Mazal, half asleep. A full house---L. reading or asleep in the front room; N. working on a painting in the basement; me, on the little salmon sofa, falling asleep while writing, lulled by the vibe of the sleeping cats. It has been a full, rich, beautifully ordinary day.
Grateful good night.