I love January 2 almost as much as January 1. Many folks are on vacation. Good for them and good for me. The world is quiet. Yes, quiet. I like it. I like that the holidays are completely over. The decorations put away, the poor dried out tree in the green bin. Kaput. The whole festive fervor in the can for a nice, long ten months. I think we should have the holidays every other year. Save up our money for next time or give it away to charity. The crazed consumerism of Christmas is almost too much to bear. I was forced to go to Walnut Creek a few days before Christmas Eve--my sister, who lives in Rocklin, left her reading glasses at Nordstrom. It took about thirty minutes for my car to crawl through traffic to Broadway Plaza. Another twenty minutes to find parking. Cars honking to see if I was getting out of my car or leaving. Hurry, hurry, hurry. It really is nuts.
Ah, so yesterday and today: quiet. Wonderful! Nothing to shop for, nowhere to go, yes!
Much more time to lull and live. Living well means having time to be. Just be. And read. Yesterday, I read a literary magazine of poetry and finished reading a great memoir: Lit by Mary Karr. I had time, oh marvelous time, to write a poem. I never know where the poem will take me. It's a wonderful adventure, finding out, and it takes time and quiet.
Causes Susan Browne Supports
Run Together, A Race to Raise Money for Leukemia and Lymphoma Society