February 18, 2011 § 2 Comments
It is an unremarkable moment: sitting at an untidy desk with a small familiar discomfort in the left SI joint, pondering the seemingly large and meaningful – how can what is looked for not be here now? – as well as the small and mundane – is it too late for another cup of tea? The felt-weight of the meaningful and the mundane drops away and a comfortable emptiness appears. The SI ache continues, of course, and the mover vacates the desk for the kitchen. There is usually time for another cup of tea.