On My Desk

The things that save us

The trees of New York

"Sometimes it is the smallest thing that saves us: the weather growing cold, a child's smile, and a cup of excellent coffee."  - Jonathan Carroll

It's been a difficult week, in terms of dealing with the Life Stuff that has brought me to New York -- but any week that ends, as this one has, with Ellen Kushner, Delia Sherman, Catherynne Valente, Theodora Goss, Lev Grossman, Kat Howard, and C.S.E. Cooney sitting in the the livingroom at Ellen & Delia's flat (where I'm staying) talking about books and the art of writing can by no means be considered entirely bad. It's good to be back in the publishing community again, even under these less than ideal circumstances.

It would be all too easy to focus only on what's difficult right now, ignoring the gifts that the city throws up daily: friends and colleagues, good American coffee, the particular frisson of walking down streets that echo with years of one's personal history. I miss my home and the woods of Devon with an ache as physical as heartburn...and yet there is also value in rediscovering the person that I used to be, back in the days when this was home and these were the trees I walked among. I didn't want to make this journey. But I'm here... and I am thankful for these gifts. These friends. And the damn good coffee.

Sometimes it is, indeed, the smallest things that save us.




You can do it! And think of Tilly and the simple joy she takes in everyday moments - such clever things these doggy companions, I need to take such advice from mine so much more often. Good and wonderful things are always there around us and will come again, however hard it may seem in the moment :)

While I dislike quoting coffee mugs...."Wherever you go, there you are".
There is magic in the woods and magic in the city. Glad to see that the magic that is Terri Windling can connect with it all.
Good Journey to you and thanks for staying in touch via your blog during life stuff big and small.

I am glad there is respite in the company of friends for you and the small pleasures of life.

The quote reminded me of a poem by Dorianne Laux, For the Sake of Strangers.

I am so, so, so very happy to have met you now. Even as I write this the words seem inadequate. I am sorry it had to be in such troublous times, but there you have it. That's life for you.

Strained as your days are right now, you bring great beauty along with you - your pictures of home, your deep concentration on whatever conversation you happen to be having, the music sprouting like barley from your laptop.

No wonder Amal and Ellen and Delia and Dora love you so.

I want that cup of coffee!

Tea. It's all about tea, actually.

And Delia and Ellen's flat is one of the Last Homely Houses around. (There are a number of them, never enough.) As Tolkein says: "You sense a great conflict between the history of the House and the advancing modern world."

So you are in he exact right place for this moment of your difficult time. A place where William Morris meets Riverside, where fantasy and reality are tree and twining holly, where love is the ground bass and sorrow grows spindly.

Much love to all there, but especially to you, darling Terri.


Thank the stars for small precious things ;-)

Definitely the small things sustain us...make us grateful to be alive...may many, many small lovely events fill you up!!!!

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