Bad weather, cranky felines, restless humans. It must be nearing the end of January! What a perfect time to venture forth into previously unread territory.

To that end, I've started May Sarton's Journal of a Solitude and I have to say I'm enjoying it so far. The way she writes about just being is lovely. And the interesting quotables pop up on virtually every page. Like this one from the page I just landed on:

"We have to believe that each person counts, counts as a creative force that can move mountains."