“Were it possible for us to see further than our knowledge reaches, and yet a little way beyond the outworks of our divinings, perhaps we would endure our sadnesses with greater confidence than our joys. For they are the moments when something new has entered into us, something unknown; our feelings grow mute in shy perplexity, everything in us withdraws, a stillness comes, and the new, which no one knows, stands in the midst of it and is silent.” ~ Rainer Marie Rilke
“I used many times to touch my own chest and feel, under its asthmatic quiver, the engine of the heart and lungs and blood and feel amazed at what I sensed was the enormity of the power I possessed. Not magical power, but real power. The power simply to go on, the power to endure, that is power enough, but I felt I had also the power to create, to add, to delight, to amaze and to transform.” ~ Stephen Fry“Workdays are, I imagine, rather like learning to ice-skate Torvill and Dean’s The Bolero. They start and end easily enough; it’s the bit in the middle that causes the pain in the arse.” ~ Fennel Hudson
This morning’s coffee is delicious, though its effectiveness is still in question. As luck would have it there is no necessity for speed. It’s Sunday, and I don’t give a shit, regardless of what day it is. It’s not apathy, more like simple weariness, fatigue, whatever. The new glasses don’t help. Yet. Headache, don’tcha know. The woman at the optometrist’s office told me to “wear them all weekend”. Yeh buddy, and a few years after that as well. I can tell that adapting to the new view will take a bit of time, but I like what I see so far. Me being who I am, I’m not concerned about the eye muscles, rather I am wondering about what this optical change is going to do to my neural pathways. We humans are adaptive creatures. Except maybe for the feral wing of the Republican party. Those guys only want others to adapt, not themselves, because they have Jesus and guns and stuff, so leave ’em the fuck alone and do as they say! On a cynical note, I think their attitude toward Jesus is pretty much the same because, if the journalism of the times was accurate (wink, wink), Jesus said a lot of things that these feral folks wouldn’t even think of doing. I would refer to the Sermon on the Mount (FAKE NEWS! FROM A BIG FAT SOCIALIST!!!) as Exhibit One. Instead they have these ideas of what Jesus is really about, and they expect him to fall in line right along with the rest of us. Bottom line, I think we all can safely assume that none of this is really about Jesus at all. I prefer to think of it as Patriarchy without prunes.
Wow. I just had to take a break to go outside and let my head air out a tad. Yes, I’m an airhead. And blond. Go figure. But today is laundry day. That’s the main thing. I think I can wrestle myself into making the trip to the laundromat a spiritual exercise. It’s just not the same as it used to be, ever since my friend, the old Native woman, quit. There’s no more Native music on Sunday mornings. Big sigh – it’s usually country music – which makes me want to git me a dog, kick back on the porch rocker, and do a few shots of Jack with that-there hound. But I can manage anyway. The truth is that I am coming to realize that the blind optimism I have carried with me since I met my ex-wife is still with me. It seems to be such a hindrance to modern life. Now, with this revelation, I may finally adapt. Time will tell. I think I will leave it at that.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.