“It is looking at things for a long time that ripens you and gives you a deeper meaning.” ~ Vincent Van Gogh
“The main problem with this great obsession for saving time is very simple: you can’t save time. You can only spend it. But you can spend it wisely or foolishly.” ~ Benjamin Hoff, The Tao of Pooh
“Have you also learned that secret from the river; that there is no such thing as time?” That the river is everywhere at the same time, at the source and at the mouth, at the waterfall, at the ferry, at the current, in the ocean and in the mountains, everywhere and that the present only exists for it, not the shadow of the past nor the shadow of the future.” ~ Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha
I’ve been looking back at a few of the posts from around this time last year and the year before. I was much more loquacious back then. The reason for this is no mystery. Things were more unsettled, especially two or three years ago. Writing is a great way of puffing out some of the acrid residue that results from frustration and anxiety. Not sayin’ there’s none now. There is. It is just not as toxic this year. Which may come in handy after a while, but meanwhile that’s not the way. I know I enjoyed those lengthy posts. Another thing that weighs in is that the political scandals this year are so intense that watching video clips and reading articles seems almost necessary. We are in danger of losing our country to a friggin robber baron and his accomplices. I doubt it will come to that, but as one who remembers Watergate and Iran-Contra I can’t bear to stop learning as much as possible about the progress of wickedness that avails today. Shit. It is hard to absorb the stupidity that abounds. But who would want to absorb stupidity? My bad. But back to my point. All this reading and watching takes up more of my time as well. I’ve got that petsitting gig starting Thursday. Five nights. Once again, I may not write everyday, and if/when I post it may be brief in passing. That last time I did this I lost a few readers who never came back. Whatever. I write to write, although I do get little ego tickles when peeps read here. I should mention that the other thing that comes on Thursday is back to back therapy sessions; first physical, then psychotherapy. Thirty minute gap between the two. It doesn’t happen often. Of course I will keep the spiritual vibes upfront as well. Both therapists know how I am. For now, it is time out of time, which is a really sketchy way of saying that I must bid you adieu for now.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.