Let’s just admit it right up front, my 2016 has continued to be closer to chaos than perfection. I feel we do too much. Does anyone else feel like this? Actually, the feeling I get from my immediate universe is that pretty much all of us feel we do this.
Not long after my last blog post, I got a happy fortune cookie: You will soon witness a miracle. I kind of wanted to pick the miracle – I had one or two in mind. But I couldn’t help thinking of the fortune when a few short days later, I heard this: You do not have cancer today. That moment always shrinks my head space from lots of things –
We’ve been enjoying very fine weather, as Margaret says at the beginning of the most dramatic final scene in any Jane Austen story ever. (Shortly after that, Elinor finds out that Edward is not married and that his heart is, and always will be, hers, and then she sobs.) Margaret knows the scene is thick with tension, but she has recently been told to keep her remarks on the weather