First, from T.S. Eliot’s “4 Quartets,” in the fourth and final movement, Little Gidding; partly to remind myself that it’s O.K. to let old drafts (of blog posts and other scribblings, etc.) go unpublished, and why:
…And he: “I am not eager to rehearse
My thoughts and theory which you have forgotten.
These things have served their purpose: let them be.
So with your own, and pray they be forgiven
By others, as I pray you to forgive
Both bad and good. Last season’s fruit is eaten
And the fullfed beast shall kick the empty pail.
For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice. …
Second: Remember that time when I posted that quote from Thoreau not all that long ago, and followed it by a somewhat snarky comment stating that you could expect me to maybe not post that much on this blog this year and why? Yeah. Never mind. I’ve posted quite a bit since then, and sometimes multiple posts in one day. (Sorry to bombard you.) Apparently I live (or at least function) better when I’m doing writing (at least of some sort) on a semi-regular basis, anyway.