and gratefulness. I have been figuratively walking in circles, not quite finding an entry point to my new research, and not quite actively, mindfully waiting for the work to begin either. And then today, I got a push in just the right direction from a great good friend, and suddenly I can see the road to the garden – forest, maybe – I need to go and explore. I love the adventure that is research, but I forget it sometimes. Dust, and laziness, and boredom, and overfamiliarity. But the new topic – it’s exciting and adventurous and bold, and I can take it and fly with it, I think.

To live in one land is captivity,
To run all countries a wild roguery.
Waters stink soon, if in one place they bide,
And in the vast sea are more putrified ;
But when they kiss one bank, and leaving this
Never look back, but the next bank do kiss,
Then are they purest ; change is the nursery
Of music, joy, life and eternity.