What can I say, except that blogging is no longer a catharsis?
I don't know what it is anymore. It's a rare occurrence, for one thing.
Anyway, as usual, there's far more going on underneath the surface than it appears.
It's good, though. Good, deep roots growing, with plenty of rain. :p
1. I'm tired of funerals and illnesses. It doesn't matter how "squared away" I think I am on the subject of death and dying, when it really happens I have a little mini-crisis. It's different now, though. It's all on the inside....which I prefer.
2. The change of seasons still slows me down and makes me a little blue. I guess it always will.
3. I am learning to forgive. I don't need to have justice served to know that I've done no wrong. Instead of feeling hurt, I can see that it's not even about me.
4. I still have these little nihilistic moments, and I hate them. I think they come from not being mindful...when I'm more of an automaton in my own life. Looking at family photos and taking care of myself tends to get me back to right.
So, tell me what's going on with you. What are you reading? How are you feeling? (tell me!)
I don't know what it is anymore. It's a rare occurrence, for one thing.
Anyway, as usual, there's far more going on underneath the surface than it appears.
It's good, though. Good, deep roots growing, with plenty of rain. :p
1. I'm tired of funerals and illnesses. It doesn't matter how "squared away" I think I am on the subject of death and dying, when it really happens I have a little mini-crisis. It's different now, though. It's all on the inside....which I prefer.
2. The change of seasons still slows me down and makes me a little blue. I guess it always will.
3. I am learning to forgive. I don't need to have justice served to know that I've done no wrong. Instead of feeling hurt, I can see that it's not even about me.
4. I still have these little nihilistic moments, and I hate them. I think they come from not being mindful...when I'm more of an automaton in my own life. Looking at family photos and taking care of myself tends to get me back to right.
So, tell me what's going on with you. What are you reading? How are you feeling? (tell me!)
Comments
:-)
She's always been interested in a number of topics but biology and dramatic arts seem to be coming to the fore (she's only six).
Her tryout for her school play featured a Performance of "I Enjoy Being a Girl" (no politically correct here) that really went over.
I'm rereading Renata Adler's non fiction and wondering why her idea of "radical centrism" can't take hold.
Films have had a definite spiritual theme lately. Lots of Dreyer, Rohmer and Bresson.
"I'm just sitting here watching the wheels go round and round,
I really love to watch them roll... "
--- John Lennon
I thought it meant "irritated".
We saw Bridge of Spies in the theater last week. It was shot on Kodak film, and you can definitely tell! Beautiful lighting, too. I really liked it, overall.
I'm glad to hear that you're doing well.
Btw, Talking of nieces...and nephews. :)
Your story made me laugh. I'll have to read it again a few times to understand it all.
Do you really say "Lord Almighty!"?
...and since I'm no longer is a pissy mood, I've decided to join this thread and share that much like "N.", I'm reading nothing and sucking in the ennui. Perhaps I'll be rewarded, as "N." was, with an outburst of creativity? We can hope. :)
p.s. Thanks for the kind words. :D
Btw, I changed the title of the story for posting on the blog. The actual title is "The Family Idiot."
@Jen
I knew, Jen. :p
I'm reading Brennan Manning's Abba's Child, and I love it. Recovered alcoholic ex-Catholic priest plus Jung equals greatness. :) I'm in that wonderful place where I feel terribly sad and frustrated one minute and full of hope and gratitude the next.
@ N. Formerly a self-depracating title, I suspect. :)
*Sigh*
;)
The Family Idiot? lol. Well, there were two of us ... uncle and i. ;)
"Nuncle, give me an egg, and I'll give thee two crowns"
;p
What two crowns shall they be?
Fool
Why, after I have cut the egg i' the middle, and eat
up the meat, the two crowns of the egg. When thou
clovest thy crown i' the middle, and gavest away
both parts, thou borest thy ass on thy back o'er
the dirt: thou hadst little wit in thy bald crown,
when thou gavest thy golden one away. If I speak
like myself in this, let him be whipped that first
finds it so.
"With the great of this world there is no better part to play than that of jester. For long ages there was an official King's Jester, but at no time has there been an official King's Wise Man. I am jester to Bertin and a host of others — to you, perhaps, at this moment — or possibly you are mine. A really sensible person wouldn't have a jester. So anyone who has a jester is not sensible, and if he is not sensible he must be a jester and perhaps, if he's a king, his jester's jester." (Rameau's Nephew. Diderot.)
I'm going to look into Abba's Child.
Your image sure meets your mood, doesn't it.