We’re still in the other city, just taking walks, washing clothes, shopping and looking after Jay.
And thinking about when and how I can get back to earning money, what’s going to happen with my mother and family, and burning the batteries helping with Jay because Char’s hand is still bad.… Read more
After feeling emotionally in a hole these past days, there is a renewed sense of … some strength. I have had this feeling before that I should not take anything for granted about what is going to happen now.
Like I wrote:
Don’t take anything for granted.
Don’t take for granted that this is the time for my mother to die, and it’s going to be very sad and painful, and everything is going to fall apart.
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“Beauty is the illumination of your soul.”
― John O’Donohue, Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom
In a strange way this quote doesn’t relate directly to the threat of death and sorrow, but indirectly it has very much to do with it.
It makes me feel, as I read it, that Soul exists – that I am Soul.… Read more
I remember once a baby had been killed in car crash near my home. I went to the crossing where it had happened. I was drawn there. It felt so … unjust. That this child had been killed like that.
Some drunk assholes were speeding all through our city. Then they hit the car in front of them.… Read more
A long train-ride home gives you time to think about the essentials of life.
I had deliberately not planned work or even reading, although I did a little of the latter. But Jay behaved nicely and the other passengers behaved nicely, too, and the train was on time.
Still, it felt good to use large stretches of time, aside from talking with Char and holding Jay, to just look out the window and take stock.… Read more
I didn’t do a month of blogging about my subject for my next live-talk about fascinating historical persons – namely ‘the real Robinson Crusoe’ a.k.a. Scottish 18th century sailor, Alex Selkirk.
And now I’m not going to do it. And least not in a streak.
Too many disruptions recently has made me rethink this one, but I am going to use one of the major disruptions positively, namely the loss of Big Photographer Client, for whom I work two days a week plus all the loose change.… Read more
Easter Sunday I think is a good time to reflect on what it takes to be open to the possibility that there could be more life, in some form, after the experience we call ‘death’.
Wait! Does it take some requirement to be open about this? How about proof?
Well, my experience tells me that openness to a certain kind of reality is neither the product of ‘proof’ nor ‘faith’, particularly not blind faith.… Read more
Writing this at 915 PM after another long day. It feels oddly like a ‘sin’ to write about the end of the world, when I’m about to become a father.
On the other hand, there is a story here I know I’ve wanted to, well, make real for a very, very long time.… Read more
Spent today doing business before noon and writing after noon – which is as it should be.
Because soon my ability to plan anything with regularity will be turned upside down again, when Jay arrives. So I’d better spend time well until then.
But it’s okay – that things are like this.… Read more