(..........26aug3) Talking Ambition

I got up this morning and the dim pink in the distant sky made the drooping willow tree some unknown color, as the world, bathed in mystery, slowly, drowsily awoke, and I set out upon its pathways in my car, following a winding back road that led to another road, that let to many others, so you know I could have wound up anywhere. Gazing out at the pink sky and the willow and the hills beyond, I saw no limits to joy except the one thought: 'I've got to go back to work soon! ' That's after these four days off, four unbounded days to explore, but come Thursday I run into a wall, faraway as yet, but you know how these things are, limits arrive speeding down time's freeway, and I thought, 'If only I were making my living as an author, I could dream beautiful dreams and be given livelihood, and 'work' would not be work, any more than a fountain works to bring forth waters, and I would work in the morning, many hours, and then walk around among the people and animal and plants, all lovable figures in God's great Dream, and I can see myself as a fountain of joy, as happy as a person can be, a fountain whose waters give life and health and show the way to the Source of water