“Illusions mistaken for truth are the pavement under our feet.” ~ Barbara Kingsolver
“After sleeping through a hundred million centuries we have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet, sparkling with color, bountiful with life. Within decades we must close our eyes again. Isn’t it a noble, an enlightened way of spending our brief time in the sun, to work at understanding the universe and how we have come to wake up in it? This is how I answer when I am asked—as I am surprisingly often—why I bother to get up in the mornings.” ~ Richard Dawkins
“It is impossible to discourage the real writers – they don’t give a damn what you say, they’re going to write.” ~ Sinclair Lewis
Yesterday was a challenging day. I was able to step into Flow for most of it. Good on me. No way do I consider it to be an accomplishment. It was simply needed, as the situation demanded. Today may be the same, who knows? Right? Yeh, right. It is simply a matter of employment in the retail world. Employment being the operative word. So, yeh, I’m tired this morning. I could go on, whining like a . . . oh, never mind. I’m feeling kinda sorta . . . dag nab it, I’m trying to find a word here, but it is hovering just out of reach, and I fear it may drive me to distraction to sit here like a lump until it reveals itself. Ha! I suspected that the word would reveal itself if I started writing about trying to remember it. Altruism. That’s the word. It would be fun to play with it for a while – i. e. , altruism, alt-truism. But I won’t go there except to say that the definition of the term might suggest a truth that is not so evident. Like – how did the Federal government become such a wasteland of altruism. Or lack thereof. I suspect that goes way back. Maybe the Ancient Greeks? I don’t know. I’m just playing here. And I’m hungry. I so rarely feel hungry in the morning, until I get to work and moving. So I’m gonna publish this post and eat some of the leftover birthday cake.
All is well. Goof gloriously.