Ambition

Ambition is one of those words that can be wrapped in a subtle film of criticism, thin as Japanese mulberry paper.  It’s not always so, but sometimes, if you listen carefully, there might be a certain tone of voice used when saying, ‘he’s ambitious, that one.’  At times, it comes with an implication of the … Continue reading Ambition

Stew

I feel like I’m adjusting from this to that, from something to other, but I have no idea what either is.  I simply have a sense that I am somewhere indeterminate, somewhere between before and after. How’s that for a jumbled description of my current juddering internal compass?  Let me try harder to explain.  It’s as … Continue reading Stew

Dig In

When someone is sure of his or herself, they can be humorously self-deprecating about their imperfections whilst remaining quietly rooted and secure, still believing in their abilities and talents.  Take the unlikely example of Bing Crosby’s prominent ears, which he said made him look, ‘like a taxi cab with its doors wide open.’  Or consider … Continue reading Dig In

Far Off Fields

‘At the bottom of her heart, however, she was waiting for something to happen.  Like shipwrecked sailors, she turned despairing eyes upon the solitude of her life, seeking afar off some white sail in the mists of the horizon.’  My book group has just finished reading Gustave Flaubert’s Madame Bovary.  Insights such as this into … Continue reading Far Off Fields