Gambier

Kerri and i escaped for a couple days. Every year (starting last year) we stay at the Kenyon Inn and eat a late dinner in their resturaunt. Their is something to the whole eat where you are staying thing that I really like. I also like that this whole community relies on as much locally grown and raised food as possible. with Fredricktown right up the road, I makes alot of sense. We eat here knowing that the local organic markets are being supported. Yesterday we spent some time in the college bookstore. Kerri found a new vegetarian soup cookbook that looks good and I picked up Letters to a Young Poet by Rilke. I love this book and now I own it. Today we are at our favorite coffee shop here.

a snipet from my reading today:

There is no measuring with time, no year matters, and ten years are nothing. Being an artist means, not reckoning and counting, but ripening like the tree which does not force its sap and stands confident in the storms of spring without the fear that after them may come no summer. It does come. But it comes only to the patient, who are there as though eternity lay before them, so unconcernedly still and wide. I learn it daily, learn it with pain to which I am grateful: patience is everything!