this week...

has not been without its distractions. The search is still on for Paul Van Rensburg. Updates are being posted here and please click on the Donate button below if you can help. Every little bit is greatly appreciated.

I'll be off tomorrow to southern Arizona to meet a friend and take a few days off. (what? days off? the weekend?) I know, I know, 'look up in the sky! Pigs are flying!'

I'm going to be throwing pots, and packing pots this afternoon and then off to dance tonight! So I'll leave you with this poem by Mary Oliver

The Journey

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice--
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do--
determined to save
the only life you could save.