Now, I know you may be thinking that I can't keep a promise (given the last post) but *lots* has been going on in the Morris compound since the last note.
The biggest reason for my going underground was to complete the requirements for my Ph.D. It was intense! Luckily, I had a great chair and committee who got me through the grueling process.
Then there was a strike by faculty at Eastern Michigan University where I teach. Can't say it hasn't been a lively few weeks!
Anyway, classes are in full swing and I'm through with my diss defense and filing. So here's to the computer and electronic socializing!
Thanks for stopping by.
Check out this poem for the season, courtesy Poets.org:
by Margaret Gibson
In fields of bush clover and hay-scent grass
the autumn moon takes refuge
The cricket's song is gold
Zeshin's loneliness taught him this
Who is coming?
What will come to pass, and pass?
Neither bruise nor sweetness nor cool air
knows the way
And the moon?
Who among us does not wander, and flare
and bow to the ground?
Who does not savor, and stand open
if only in secret
taking heart in the ripening of the moon?
(Shibata Zeshin, Autumn Grasses, two-panel screen)