A Noiseless Patient Spider
“A noiseless patient spider,
I mark’d where on a little promontory it stood isolated,
Mark’d how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,
It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself,
Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.
And you O my soul where you stand,–Walt Whitman
Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them,
Till the bridge you will need be form’d, till the ductile anchor hold,
Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul.”
October is a big month around here; Charlotte was born on the 2nd, we were married on the 6th, and today, the 10th, marks fifteen years together for Matt and me.
October shadows are steep, the light is crisp and bright, the days shortening, and our thriving little family is operating full tilt, as fast as we can go. Here’s to many, many more joys and years together.