I have been studying how I may compare

This prison where I live unto the world

It is an odd quote to start with. But there it is, me for today. I have been learning poems and speeches, and it is making it hard for me to write. Language is such a perfect tool, and yet using it well requires great skill. And then there is the interpretation, which in the case of Shakespeare is so multi-layered and both tangible and intangible. I feel very inadequate, but what can I do? I want to communicate so I must try.

On Tuesday Louise and I begin our annual holiday. I keep walking around the garden asking myself why I am leaving it for three weeks. It looks so perfect at the moment. It exists as some sort of miracle, and I cannot quite believe that I thought it up in the first place, and somehow facilitated its existence. And now Louise and I are developing it together. And as you know I have had help from the gnomes, and of course the plants that make the whole thing are gentle in their acceptance of me and my demands, as well as making their own demands, peacefully, beautifully. I think the garden needs me to travel. I think the garden needs to be left alone for a while. So we will travel a little, and return refreshed and full, ready to join again the journey we make together, garden and I.

I will write a little here of the world we encounter out there, and look forward to returning.