As usual one of Mark Rothko's paintings gets at my emotions with uncanny precision, or maybe its that I feel in good company when I am with them. On the one hand I am disapointed because I did not get into Tyler School of Art, the Graduate school I was most hoping to attend, on the other hand, I have been given a $3.50 raise and my position at the thrift store is changing to that of "operations consultant", on the third hand - if there is such a thing.... ...I am restfully waiting (for once!) to hear back about the other Graduate schools I applied to, in particular, Rutgers University. So for the time being I am wrestling with how to hold things loosely, believing God's grip on me is the imperitive grip, and in view of that, my own handle on life looses its intensity, and authority. O that I might believe! If you are a prayer, I can always use your prayers in this matter, whether I ask for it or not.