“Absence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air.” ~ Pablo Neruda
“Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul.” ~ Oscar Wilde
“Depression is the most unpleasant thing I have ever experienced. . . . It is that absence of being able to envisage that you will ever be cheerful again. The absence of hope. That very deadened feeling, which is so very different from feeling sad. Sad hurts but it’s a healthy feeling. It is a necessary thing to feel. Depression is very different.” ~ J. K. Rowling
Are there any hazards in contemplating serendipity on a Friday morning in mid-November? I’m not sure and I apparently don’t care. I’m more about a routine day at work, with no occurrences that may be construed as serendipity. It’s almost like I am challenging the Three Fates to prove to me that routine ain’t where it’s at. Whatever. It’s a normal ‘cat and coffee’ day for me. There were just some angry dogs barking adamantly outside. Likely coyotes providing the aggravation. All is well. I’m hurting from yesterday’s massage. The therapist told me I might. During the session my body proved to be exceptionally sensitive, painful, and reactive. Lots of inflammation I suppose. I spoke some about the existential crisis I have been and still am navigating. It felt like maybe that was too personal. Maybe so, but I did anyway. And life goes on. This Full Moon has had a powerful effect on me. Emotional sensitivity is also in play. Yet I feel tender and a tad more serene than I might expect on a workday. That’s a bonus, to be sure. And what of serendipity? I could go into a pop-science exploration of how serendipity may not be indicating randomness so much as it does a lack of understanding about some deeper currents of exactly how things come to be. All I know right now is that things do come into being. That’s as complicated as I dare be today. See, there is something that part of me wants very much to experience. It’s an ongoing hankerin’ that supplies more amusement than it does angst. And entertainment. Pioneering NDE researcher Raymond Moody wrote an exquisite little book (“The Last Laugh”) that talks about the role of entertainment value in paranormal phenomenon and investigation, which are two things that have permeated my life for years, indeed for decades. Entertainment value is a prime force in garnering and holding consciously aware attention. The thing I want, the thing that holds my attention, may never comes to be. That’s one of the charms of serendipity: it don’t give a rat sass about what may or may never come to be. Fascinating, for me anyway. So I give a little bow of thanks to the Three Fates for being there for me regardless of probability and quantum entanglement. Today I am going to look at life as a song – and not one of those crafty songs you might hear on “America’s Got Talent”. I’m sittin’ on a rock and roll mood today. Sweet.
All is well. Goof gloriously.