April 4, 2006

Call for office hope

I sit in an office and tap at the keys. It's often a lonely job. It's often a fun job. It's often a rewarding job. But it's still a job.

It's not like running through the fields and frolicking. It's not like canoeing through aqua waves. It's not like pedaling down a dusty country road on a warm afternoon. It's like papercuts and postage. Penny-pinching and process.

It's writing. In all its forms. I've been doing a lot of it lately, and frankly, I'm a little disenchanted.

I think when the weather finally breaks, I will stick my dry-skinned nose into the sweet air and breathe deep. I will fall asleep on the Seton Hill hillside. I sink my feet in the mud and rejoice. I will listen to the birds nesting and calling in the evening to me as I walk to my little car in the farthest parking lot.

I will rest. I will dream again. I will let the waters ebb and flow, connect and disconnect, and reach me once again.

Posted by Amanda Cochran at April 4, 2006 11:41 AM | TrackBack
Comments

I kept a little stash of plastic toys in my carrel in the library when I was working on my dissertation. And of course, now I have all those Rainbow Hectors.

Posted by: Dennis G. Jerz at April 4, 2006 2:43 PM

in a few days a very small pkg. will arrive to you, maybe thinking about it will help get your mind off words.

Posted by: grammy at April 4, 2006 9:20 PM

Oooh. I'm excited. :-)

Posted by: Amanda at April 4, 2006 11:00 PM
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