[edit: the little paper bird is one of my treasures. Kansas Rose gave it to me for Christmas -- to quote her, "she knows what I love", and I wondered if she would remember. Well, she did after a second look! Thank you dearest Jenny]
Il faut cultiver son jardin: That's a line from Voltaire's Candide that's always stayed with me. I was just finishing up my second-year university dissertation on Voltaire (my chosen subject) when I received the most horrific news of my life. Perhaps that's why that line has stuck with me. No matter what happens, tend your garden, don't let the weeds swallow it up; although weeds can be beautiful, they can also be destructive.
After two days of howling winds and the rain that followed, the air is calm today, and I am ready for a walk in the park. In other news, we just had our 14th homicide of the year. I remember when, a decade or so ago, it would have been one or two homicides by April. I remember being stunned by this statistic, I, who had been a former resident of Washington, D.C., when it was hovering at the top of crime-ridden city list. The extraordinary thing about my home is that despite being a huge North American metropolis, in terms of homicides we pale compared to other cities south of us.
I noticed in the subway yesterday that if a decade ago most people read books, magazines and newspapers while riding in the subway, today they seem to be peering into electronic gizmos that are getting so small, I expect there to be a major eye-strain problem in the future. The good side is that people are still reading books in the subway.
Have a peaceful day!