Discovered a new poem today - by Robert Browning. The poem is about the organist whose name is the title. It does not read to me as smoothly as the other poems I love, but it captures that fleet feeling of rightness when something comes through you and you create what you were meant to create at just that moment.

All through my keys that gave their sounds to a wish of my soul,
All through my soul that praised as its wish flowed visibly forth...

...But here is the finger of God, a flash of the will that can,
Existent behind all laws, that made them and, lo, they are!
And I know not if, save in this, such gift be allowed to man,
That out of three sounds he frame, not a fourth sound, but a star.

My gifts are in a different realm, but I do know the feeling.

Tomorrow's going to be a day for catching up; I have a lot of ground to cover, and I'm going to do so at an easy lope. It's been a good week, but a long one. I've been more scattered than I should have been, but I have things lined up now to recover that ground - sometimes I spend longer on prep for something than doing it, which is why I occasionally look ridiculously fast when I do things. Sometimes I stand and sharpen the axe too long, though. Working on that balance. One solid normal workweek coming up - I haven't had that for a long, long time. Will make the best of it, because the holidays are coming.