somewhere else instead

Many times a month I am reminded of the poem from "When We Were Very Young" called "Halfway Down the Stairs." It's something I've done all my life--sit on some stairs, not at the bottom, not at the top, and just rest, wonder, let the mind wander, reflect, observe, wait...



Many of the deepest and closest conversations I had with friends and family have taken place with one or both of us sitting on some stairs. Feeling at the moment in more than a bit of transition--my second long-term residency teaching string games ends tomorrow, and I'm not sure what exactly will follow--I have a waiting feeling. New moon and Chinese New Year in the coming week. Not sure what it means, but the year to come is a Monkey Year, and I'm a monkey...