Your phrase "I have no where else to be but in the work" reminds me a bit of Nabokov in "Speak, Memory", referring to losing himself in his work and study of butterflies: "This is ecstasy, and behind the ecstasy is something else, which is hard to explain. It is like a momentary vacuum into which rushes all that I love. A sense of oneness with sun and stone. A thrill of gratitude to whom it may concern."
Bed Pilates was my go to for my sanity. I just walked 2.5 miles brisky on a sunny spring afternoon here in Putney. Best wishes dear friend.
I’m so glad you are now able to walk! That’s brilliant news. May your healing continue! xo
Your phrase "I have no where else to be but in the work" reminds me a bit of Nabokov in "Speak, Memory", referring to losing himself in his work and study of butterflies: "This is ecstasy, and behind the ecstasy is something else, which is hard to explain. It is like a momentary vacuum into which rushes all that I love. A sense of oneness with sun and stone. A thrill of gratitude to whom it may concern."
That is beautiful, Charles! Thank you. I can't think of anyone else I would rather remind you of than Nabokov! xo