“The gods often mumble.” ~ Margaret Atwood
“As I stumbled into confusion about what was real and what was not, the strangest thing happened: The world disintegrated. Reality collapsed, or my perception of it. It ripped apart like a dry skin under pressure, giving way to something I can only describe as ineffable dimensions, depths upon depths.” ~ Stefan Emunds
“The events in our lives happen in a sequence in time, but in their significance to ourselves they find their own order, a timetable not necessarily – perhaps not possibly – chronological. The time as we know it subjectively is often the chronology that stories and novels follow: it is the continuous thread of revelation.” ~ Eudora Welty
Late to rise. That’s me today. More sleep would have been good. Rosie the cat is on my lap. We are becoming quite close as she enters her senior years. Let’s see – what else? The coffee is well made. The Moon is full. The air is still and almost cold. The presence of Autumn is now unmistakeable. There were many stories in my workaday world yesterday. I like it that way. Some days are just routine – you take the product and I take the money. Sweet and to the point. As much as it can grate on the cheese of my soul, I still love the work. No, wait! “The cheese of my soul”? WTF, right? Yeh. I’m not sure what that means at all. But if I were to examine that poor choice of words, and actually consider it worthy of note, I would have to say that my soul would likely be camembert. Make of that what you will. I am not being irreverent. But maybe I should. No wait! “The cheese of my soul” – that phrase arises from the Monty Python movie: “The Life of Brian”, where Jesus, in the Sermon on the Mount, was purported to have said “Blessed are the cheesemakers”. Needless to say, camembert goes quite nicely with fresh Bordeaux. Seems to me Jesus had a thing for wine. Too bad I’m a pagan. Anyway . . . there was a distant wail from a coyote just minutes ago. I must head out into the world beyond these walls in no more than one hour. Tis an odd mood that is upon me this morning. Any number of things could have caused this mood. No worries. Maybe it was that woman yesterday afternoon, but I won’t go into that, except to say that I have not felt compelled to gaze into a stranger’s eyes in quite some time. The eyes are the window to the soul. Dang, I might have to have cheese and crackers for lunch.
All is well. Goof gloriously.