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
Started the day writing, before we did all kind of cleaning up- and baby-prep stuff. And I quickly got some business-mail out of the way, and although I know it is waiting for me Monday, I just had to get going. So I wrote again – a scene for my story.… Read more
Today I went to see St Joan (Bernard Shaw’s play) which quickened me a bit. Which was good, because I felt grey inside, as if mist had taken up residence in my heart – or swirled dangerously close.
I felt cut off from something vital, perhaps from supportive social circles for some of my higher goals of life, such as this blog and other things.… Read more
Today I tried to put up some of the last shelves but discovered we hadn’t the right screws in our motley collection. Whatever. The whole 2-roomer was a mess again, so that was just one little drop.
Another came when I took down the old shelf-system, which is to be replaced by the new big cupboard for grown-up and baby-clothes.… Read more
I woke feeling like somebody has stolen my energy, irritated and anxious.
But it helped that I got right off building the new ‘office’ in room 2 and then completed a task for a new (steady) customer. I can’t remember if I wrote earlier that I got all the various approvals, registrations and rubber stamps for my company after much soul-searching.… Read more
Yes, we try to fix it all … with a little prescribed mindfulness or meditation, perhaps.
But usually we fall by the wayside …
We end up ‘fixing’ only our sense of being swept away by life’s storms, whirl winds – whatever they are.
But we are still swept away … every day …
So we continue to fix by continuing to escape:
Whatever feels like it is too strong for us to control and brings us out of balance all the time – screaming kids or a screaming boss.… Read more
A day spent doing two jobs in my firm and writing two job applications, with the best will I could mobilize.
I did laundry also and then walked to my cousin’s cafe in a foggy north-west part of the capital, only to find he wasn’t there.
Instead, behind the extremely diminutive bar, a 28 year old good-looking woman with a master’s degree in philosophy and some trauma from meeting the real world of unemployment soon after.… Read more
We’re still at my parents’ …
… Much feels important to say, and yet nothing much feels more important today to keep in mind – except for this:
“Your soul knows the geography of your destiny. Your soul alone has the map of your future, therefore you can trust this indirect, oblique side of yourself.
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