As I was setting up this blog, I got to the box asking me for the title. Hadn't given this much thought. The jump from intention to action was quick, following a long gestation. In that moment, I had rushed ahead of myself. Turning to Strunk & White, always on my desk, a talisman and guide for many years. A memento of when I had been lucky enough to meet Mr. White, years ago in Maine. Sitting in his kitchen, soaking in who he had become late in his long life as a writer, looking for hints, the residues of something that might help me find my way on a path, even then, a hidden aspiration of mine. Opening it at random, looking for inspiration, as some will turn to the
Horizons…
Horizons…
Horizons…
As I was setting up this blog, I got to the box asking me for the title. Hadn't given this much thought. The jump from intention to action was quick, following a long gestation. In that moment, I had rushed ahead of myself. Turning to Strunk & White, always on my desk, a talisman and guide for many years. A memento of when I had been lucky enough to meet Mr. White, years ago in Maine. Sitting in his kitchen, soaking in who he had become late in his long life as a writer, looking for hints, the residues of something that might help me find my way on a path, even then, a hidden aspiration of mine. Opening it at random, looking for inspiration, as some will turn to the