Ffolkes,
I imagine by now that most all of you who read this morning missive on a regular basis have come to realize that the title, or subject line in the email version, has very little, if anything, to do with what comes after. This has been a deliberate act on my part, and believe it or not, has a very specific reason for its dichotomous nature. Simply, it is my warm-up, my yoga, my pre-focus incantation that takes my mind into that dimension where my creativity resides. Of course, at this point I always have to spend more time convincing creativity to bestir itself to act for me. She is often reluctant to do so, whereupon I have to come up with some other format for that day. My creative self is either very shy, or just plain anti-social, because she often refuses to come out at all, and well, that’s one of those situations we all get into, where we wish we could be anywhere else, anywhere at all.
So, where was I? Or, more accurately, where am I? Besides late I mean…..lost in contemplation would probably be accurate, but then so would it be to say I am deep in depression, and not entirely confident of being able to climb back out of the hole, at least not today. It is fortunate that hope does exist, even if I don’t find it readily available just now; it at least gives a reason to keep on keepin’ on.
Strange, is it not, the position we find ourselves in at times? I can’t say that my childhood dreams envisioned a future as it now exists; I’d planned on living on a different planet, with a side bet on dying while away from Terra, and I still have hopes of one day taking a trip to space. As a matter of fact, a news article I read yesterday related that a company somewhere out in the Southern desert of the USA was already taking reservations for visits to the International Space Station, supposedly to begin as early as 2012. (or 2015, or something. Soon, anyway….) They have already completed a test flight of the vehicle to be used, which reportedly went well.
So, all I have to do is get solvent enough to afford the $100, 000 ride up through the gravity well of Earth. Considering my current financial condition, it will be a close thing; I conceivably could run out of time. I’m having trouble getting used to my mortality; as it approaches it assumes a larger aspect, and cannot be discounted, as it has a way of enforcing its presence that is sure as well, death and taxes.
But hey, the sun is out, the world keeps turning, and I keep waking up, so it’s a start….enjoy this group, it’s a good one…..
“Paradoxical though it may seem, it is none the less true that life imitates art far more than art imitates life.” — Oscar Wilde
“In a real dark night of the soul it is always three o’clock in the morning.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald (I can testify!)
I see the lights of the village
gleam through the rain and the mist.
And a feeling of sadness comes o’er me,
that my soul cannot resist.
A feeling of sadness and longing
that is not akin to pain,
And resembles sorrow only
as the mist resembles rain.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882), The Day is done
Being good at being stupid doesn’t count.
“‘T is not what man does which exalts him, but what man would do.” — Robert Browning (1812-1890) — Saul, xviii
“It’s men who make laws, and enforce them, and break them, and think the whole performance is wonderful. Most women would rather just
ignore them.” — Ursula K. Le Guin
Here is to productivity; may it smile upon thee with shining teeth! (Whatever that means….) Y’all take care out there……
Sometimes I sits and thinks,
and sometimes
I just sits.
gigoid
Kowabunga!
gigoid 