I'm SO sure that most of you don't have old
issues of magazines hanging around your house.
Well, I do.
Not many--but a few select ones--in a few choice spots.
Most of the time, I feel slightly embarrassed about it.
But this time, I'd like to share a sentence from one.
The farmhouse seemed a retreat far from the world—
a place where an ascetic aristocrat might retire
to read philosophy and reorder his soul.
I think the words retire, read and reorder
are what caught my attention.
Right now, I'm just rolling them around in my mind.
Tomorrow (and for a few days) God-willing,
I will have time to do just that.