This cool breezy misty morning, just before I suddenly found the energy to begin a task that I have not had the energy for, I finished listening to this:
I am in the midst of reading Matterhorn, a novel by Karl Marlantes, and wanted to know more about the writer. It's worth listening to the entire interview. For me, listening to the interview was a roller coaster ride. I've been moved by the book but in a different way. It is moving me forward, step by step, from a very stuck place. Curiously, the book was recommended by an artist friend I hadn't seen for a long long time. We talked briefly in the grocery store. She has made a living as an artist since the 1980s. She hadn't known that Richard had died. I have isolated myself from local artist friends and have not painted much at all since the First Gulf War. She mentioned Matterhorn. Later that day, when I looked at the book in the local independent bookstore, I felt a sinking feeling and put the book back on the shelf. Within a hour or so, I went back to the bookstore to buy the used hardback copy for $8.
In the process of preparing to scrub the porch I noticed that my first day lily of the year is blooming today.
When I came back inside, I could hear John Lennon singing in my mind:
However far we travel
Wherever we may roam
The center of the circle
Will always be our home, yeah, yeah
(John Lennon, lyrics from "Cleanup Time," 1980)
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts, For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday..."
(Kahlil Gibran) Alex is 24. I'm guessing that Leo is around 24, too.
(I've got to say that this new version of Blogger is a challenge to use. This took me nearly two hours to put together, and that is part of why I haven't been posting as often as before. Just when I think I have it figured out, I realize I don't at all. It seems to require that I know HTML. It just occurred to me that it might not be compatible with my Mac, but it doesn't work any better on my PC. I can't seem to get the spacing I want. It is likely very good for this old dog to attempt to learn new tricks. Perseverance furthers.)
Our lives are like islands in the sea, or like trees in the forest. The maple and the pine may whisper to each other with their leaves ... But the trees also commingle their roots in the darkness underground, and the islands also hang together through the ocean's bottom.
-- William James, psychologist and philosopher (1842-1910)
This is the most difficult time of year for me, just before the summer solstice. The easiest things become difficult. I try to focus on the part of me that is well no matter what. Every year after the solstice, as the days begin to become shorter, my spirits begin to lift. I am clearly out of sync with most people, but I know that I am not alone either.
Oboe appears to be in good spirits every day, year in and year out. She is good company.
Welcome to "TALKING 37TH DREAM (RUMORS OF PEACE)".
At the top of my blog is an image of the area in my small living room that looks east southeast. My living room leads to a small porch where I have a planter garden. This living room is where I do my work as a self-employed medical transcription editor and where I do my art work and play music and work on blog posts and practice yoga and eat my meals and visit with friends. This particular photo was taken on a rainy midmorning, January 19, 2017. Outside the window, I can see Scudder Pond, Lake Whatcom, low mountains, and then the Cascades and the sky.
"OLD GIRL OF THE NORTH COUNTRY" (the earliest name for my blog) was created in early December of 2006 so that I could post a 42-year retrospective of my paintings and drawings. For a while (sometime after spring of 2008) my blog was "TALKING 37TH DREAM WITH RAINBOW (RUMORS OF PEACE)". As of March 2013, my blog is now titled "TALKING 37TH DREAM (RUMORS OF PEACE)".
To begin viewing the retrospective with narrative, scroll down to December 8, 2006, on this page:
How can I be useful, of what service can I be? There is something inside me, what can it be? -- Vincent van Gogh (1853-1890)
I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word in reality. This is why right temporarily defeated is stronger than evil triumphant. -- Martin Luther King (1929-1968)
All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware. -- Martin Buber (1878-1965)
It is only a little planet, but how beautiful it is.
-- Robinson Jeffers
The true end of a war is the rebirth of life; the right to die peacefully in your own bed. The true end of war is the end of fear; the true end of war is the return of laughter.
-- Alfred Molano
Enjoy every sandwich -- Warren Zevon (1947-2003)
Not in God's wilds will you ever hear the sad moan, "All is vanity." No, we are paid a thousand times for all our toil, and after a single day spent outdoors in their atmosphere of strength and beauty, one could still say, should death come — even without any hope of another life — "Thank you for this most glorious gift!" and pass on.
-- John Muir (1838-1914)
Philip Henslowe: Mr. Fennyman, allow me to explain about the theatre business. The natural condition is one of insurmountable obstacles on the road to imminent disaster. Hugh Fennyman: So what do we do? Philip Henslowe: Nothing. Strangely enough, it all turns out well. Hugh Fennyman: How? Philip Henslowe: I don't know. It's a mystery.