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\u201cThe most valuable thing we can do for the psyche,\u00a0occasionally, is to let it rest,\u00a0wander, live in the changing light of room, \u00a0not try to be or do anything whatever.\u201d \u00a0\u00a0May Sarton<\/p>\n
Let the psyche rest. \u00a0Wander. \u00a0What a thought. \u00a0It hit me hard. \u00a0A rest, stop pushing. \u00a0Slow down a bit or, perhaps better, let up a little. \u00a0Or, maybe, completely. \u00a0For awhile. \u00a0Vacate. \u00a0Contemplate. \u00a0Meditate. \u00a0Rotate.<\/p>\n
Rest. \u00a0As the gardening season begins to wind to an end, soil tests next week and the last of the harvesting over the next couple of weeks, at least most of it, after the bulbs get planted, the garlic placed in its new bed and the fertilizer broadcast, the candles all made, then we need to take some time, just Kate and me. \u00a0Go somewhere, even if for only a weekend. \u00a0Maybe Lutsen or Grand Marais. \u00a0A few days.<\/p>\n
(Alphonse-Osbert-Les-chants-de-la-nuit)<\/p>\n
Instead, I’m starting my Modern Poetry class tomorrow, my Scrivener class on Monday and Modern\/Post Modern is only half way done. \u00a0There’s Loki’s Children to get started and I’ve got an October 4th date with Ovid. \u00a0Gotta squeeze some time in for letting the psyche rest. \u00a0Wonder how?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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