Vaction Well Spent

So, I spent the week prior to Christmas listening to funky jazz and playing with my cartoons.

And reading Rilke:

I am too alone in the world, and not alone enough

to make every minute holy.

I am too tiny in this world, and not tiny enough

just to lie before you like a thing,

shrewd and secretive.

I want my own will, and I want simply to be with my will,

as it goes towards action,

and in the silent, sometimes hardly moving times

when something is coming near,

I want to be with those who know secret things,

or else alone.

(from the Book of Hours, trans Robert Bly)