August 24th, 2005
My friend Gail likes to straighten things up. When we have lunch out she’ll neatly arrange the napkins and cutlery on the table, and bring any other stray items into line. "Don’t mind this," she said once, years ago, "It’s my cosmic job. Nature’s Little Pruner."
I loved the idea of a cosmic job, a clear, simple task to which one was cosmically assigned, that makes use of one’s natural bent. I wanted a cosmic job. As it turns out, I have one. I am the Direction Giver.