Weblog 118
May 11, 2008~ 12:15am
Life. A series of images. A newsreel we interpret as we go along, our own days included. Here- in the midst of the loveliest spring I can remember in some time, with blooming bushes and pastel trees everywhere looking like bouquets of white and pink popcorn- I think of the flagging economy-- the unspeakable horrors of those living in Myanmar-- the constant disaster of Iraq--
its no wonder we feel disjointed, pulled in all directions. We seesaw from peace
to the jangling of a thousand strings, the vertigo of being slammed by waves of opposing impressions and clashed feelings. We reel. We vibrate- until everything's out of focus. We long for a giant hand to come and adjust the vertical and the horizontal hold
we want things fixed, so only the spring itself remains, and our feeding into it, and from it. How we human beings continue every day amidst conflicting emotions, buffeted by immediate, assaulting impressions is honestly amazing. We must be stronger stuff than we ever thought: we must have bellies that can take it. We're built for simulcast worlds within worlds-- we're like Sport Bars with 30 screens blaring-- no, more- a thousand thousand screens, as our heads revolve to take it in, and only sometimes do we become too dizzy with the input, and have to lie down to put a stop to it for a while...
that's what sleep is. Sleep is the closing down of the machine for several hours to allow us to process what we've seen and somehow reconcile it, set for another day of watching, watching, watching.
And there we are-- painted into the periphery, part of the world again. (See the face in the upper left hand corner, blended into the milieu and somehow existing with it? Looks like Orson Welles to me...lol...but it's really all of us.) We melt into to the whole of the palette, and somehow, we become colors too.
In this beautiful spring, I hope the lilacs last longer than disasters in our heads; I do hope life asserts much more beauty than darkness- that's all we can hope for, all we can do to keep our heads higher than events that threaten to smother. We need the perspective that thinking of higher things will bring to their triumph in the end, for it's what we're about at core, or must be, for spring to mean what it is: new life new life new life.
May 11, 2008~ 12:30am
Ah....and of course, I mustn't forget....it's Mother's Day. Is this a holiday people observe the world over, I wonder? I have no idea. But here in the States it remains a big deal- at least for card companies, eh?
This evening, while choosing a card and buying some chunk chocolate and a lovely basket of hyacinths for my own mother, I watched four uncomfortable looking men, shuffling about in the card section with me, puzzling over the appropriate sentiment to tell their own mothers (or wives) what must be said: "I love you". Whatever complicated or guilt-producing emotions were wriggling through them, I could see on their faces.
Ah.....mothers....married to them, birthed by them, being one ourselves...
...and whether we are one-- or we have one- (or did)-- it's the primary and most complicated relationship in life. And like the worried-looking young woman above-- if we nursed our children- or were nursed- the ties that bind are uniquely mammalian and strong: we were once food, for heaven sakes. And pod to tiny beings developing.....
and just a little lower than God himself to helpless little ones. It's like science fiction- but it isn't at all: it's nature, and its universal. Motherhood is so darned complicated chiefly because the grueling transition from that above- into the teaching, molding, and gradual letting go, gets pretty slippery- with many bumps along the way.
If you still have a mum- go hug her- tightly. If she's gone on ahead to where we all must go eventually, give pause, and say a few words anyway. Say thanks...say something even if you didn't get along, because those ties- though they may have felt as though they were strung from barbed wire- those suckers hold- so make peace. Go through your memories. Grab some good ones. Make a 'thought-bouquet', and stick it on the mantel.
Contemplate that for a while. Smile-
walk out of her arms.
May 13, 2008~ 7:50am
Oh my goodness! The birds and the squirrels are fighting! Every day here at work since February, I've put dry roasted peanuts out for the squirrels in six little heaps on the three picnic tables we keep in back for the employees. First, it was just squirrels who availed themselves. Then the crows came-- and they seemed to live compatibly in the situation, often eating from the same table: one squirrel, one crow- no problem.
But since the weather has turned warmer (and perhaps because more birds have returned from their winter migration) each day it's a contest to see who can gobble things up the fastest. Today I walked out through the moody morning fog and climbed the grassy knoll to the tables to spread out breakfast for my friends. But when I stepped outside a half hour later... what a ruckus!
There were bluejays screaming in the oak trees- and a manic bird of some sort squawking up a storm as he paced back and forth on the middle table like a prison guard, while on the seat of the middle bench, there crouched a determined, angry squirrel, who kept hopping up to charge the bird, who'd fly up six inches- land, and squawk some more. Only LOUDER. This went on for some time. And I couldn't see anybody eating. LOL!! It's like the Friday Night FIGHTS out there.
May 15, 2008~ 7:15pm
Down in the dumps? Want a real 'pick me up'? Didja ever wonder what it would be like to see your own KISSER created by 1024 cheerleading fans, holding cards up in stadium seats? LOL!!! Yah.....me too. And here's what it would LOOK LIKE....
Isn't that neat? Want one of your own? Well, what are you waiting for? (And YOURS will take up the whole screen!) I scaled mine down for my image host. Just go to 1024 Cheerleaders - and you'll see what I mean. Just choose a picture, sit back.......and bask. Feel those mouth corners go creeping up. Create some smiles!
May 16, 2008~ 7:40am
Something from email this morning that made me smile. REAL HARD. A suggestion for a new Verizon commercial....
Sometimes staying in touch....is just a little too close. LOL!
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Life. A series of images. A newsreel we interpret as we go along, our own days included. Here- in the midst of the loveliest spring I can remember in some time, with blooming bushes and pastel trees everywhere looking like bouquets of white and pink popcorn- I think of the flagging economy-- the unspeakable horrors of those living in Myanmar-- the constant disaster of Iraq--
its no wonder we feel disjointed, pulled in all directions. We seesaw from peace
to the jangling of a thousand strings, the vertigo of being slammed by waves of opposing impressions and clashed feelings. We reel. We vibrate- until everything's out of focus. We long for a giant hand to come and adjust the vertical and the horizontal hold
we want things fixed, so only the spring itself remains, and our feeding into it, and from it. How we human beings continue every day amidst conflicting emotions, buffeted by immediate, assaulting impressions is honestly amazing. We must be stronger stuff than we ever thought: we must have bellies that can take it. We're built for simulcast worlds within worlds-- we're like Sport Bars with 30 screens blaring-- no, more- a thousand thousand screens, as our heads revolve to take it in, and only sometimes do we become too dizzy with the input, and have to lie down to put a stop to it for a while...
that's what sleep is. Sleep is the closing down of the machine for several hours to allow us to process what we've seen and somehow reconcile it, set for another day of watching, watching, watching.
And there we are-- painted into the periphery, part of the world again. (See the face in the upper left hand corner, blended into the milieu and somehow existing with it? Looks like Orson Welles to me...lol...but it's really all of us.) We melt into to the whole of the palette, and somehow, we become colors too.
In this beautiful spring, I hope the lilacs last longer than disasters in our heads; I do hope life asserts much more beauty than darkness- that's all we can hope for, all we can do to keep our heads higher than events that threaten to smother. We need the perspective that thinking of higher things will bring to their triumph in the end, for it's what we're about at core, or must be, for spring to mean what it is: new life new life new life.
May 11, 2008~ 12:30am
Ah....and of course, I mustn't forget....it's Mother's Day. Is this a holiday people observe the world over, I wonder? I have no idea. But here in the States it remains a big deal- at least for card companies, eh?
This evening, while choosing a card and buying some chunk chocolate and a lovely basket of hyacinths for my own mother, I watched four uncomfortable looking men, shuffling about in the card section with me, puzzling over the appropriate sentiment to tell their own mothers (or wives) what must be said: "I love you". Whatever complicated or guilt-producing emotions were wriggling through them, I could see on their faces.
Ah.....mothers....married to them, birthed by them, being one ourselves...
...and whether we are one-- or we have one- (or did)-- it's the primary and most complicated relationship in life. And like the worried-looking young woman above-- if we nursed our children- or were nursed- the ties that bind are uniquely mammalian and strong: we were once food, for heaven sakes. And pod to tiny beings developing.....
and just a little lower than God himself to helpless little ones. It's like science fiction- but it isn't at all: it's nature, and its universal. Motherhood is so darned complicated chiefly because the grueling transition from that above- into the teaching, molding, and gradual letting go, gets pretty slippery- with many bumps along the way.
If you still have a mum- go hug her- tightly. If she's gone on ahead to where we all must go eventually, give pause, and say a few words anyway. Say thanks...say something even if you didn't get along, because those ties- though they may have felt as though they were strung from barbed wire- those suckers hold- so make peace. Go through your memories. Grab some good ones. Make a 'thought-bouquet', and stick it on the mantel.
walk out of her arms.
May 13, 2008~ 7:50am
Oh my goodness! The birds and the squirrels are fighting! Every day here at work since February, I've put dry roasted peanuts out for the squirrels in six little heaps on the three picnic tables we keep in back for the employees. First, it was just squirrels who availed themselves. Then the crows came-- and they seemed to live compatibly in the situation, often eating from the same table: one squirrel, one crow- no problem.
But since the weather has turned warmer (and perhaps because more birds have returned from their winter migration) each day it's a contest to see who can gobble things up the fastest. Today I walked out through the moody morning fog and climbed the grassy knoll to the tables to spread out breakfast for my friends. But when I stepped outside a half hour later... what a ruckus!
There were bluejays screaming in the oak trees- and a manic bird of some sort squawking up a storm as he paced back and forth on the middle table like a prison guard, while on the seat of the middle bench, there crouched a determined, angry squirrel, who kept hopping up to charge the bird, who'd fly up six inches- land, and squawk some more. Only LOUDER. This went on for some time. And I couldn't see anybody eating. LOL!! It's like the Friday Night FIGHTS out there.
May 15, 2008~ 7:15pm
Down in the dumps? Want a real 'pick me up'? Didja ever wonder what it would be like to see your own KISSER created by 1024 cheerleading fans, holding cards up in stadium seats? LOL!!! Yah.....me too. And here's what it would LOOK LIKE....
Isn't that neat? Want one of your own? Well, what are you waiting for? (And YOURS will take up the whole screen!) I scaled mine down for my image host. Just go to 1024 Cheerleaders - and you'll see what I mean. Just choose a picture, sit back.......and bask. Feel those mouth corners go creeping up. Create some smiles!
May 16, 2008~ 7:40am
Something from email this morning that made me smile. REAL HARD. A suggestion for a new Verizon commercial....
Sometimes staying in touch....is just a little too close. LOL!
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