how to capitalize on opportunity. how to act on possibility. how to function when you are done, crushed, lifeless, weary, less-than-hopeful? damn fine questions. //11:57a + 24Oct20 = Saturday morning, soon to be after the noon || Tumble Leaf, which has Rumbly …
music. it’s a touchstone. linking/locking me to times/places (Chris Isaak croons as those two flirt at The Whorehouse, Sunnyvale…), to peoples and events. Guess it has both the power to heal and the power to re-open old wounds – thus the dichotomy …
watched the world via live stream on youtube last night this morn … kinda cool, kinda reminded me of how I used to watch and wonder about the lives of those who passed on by. //08:48a – Gil Scott-Heron’s ‘Gun’ – eveyone’s …
these are the times – for good or for bad – that I wander my memories. Was thinking about how the ‘proper’ timing to celebrate a good soul is perhaps the day they arrived into our universe, eh? It is a momentous …
it’s his giggling every single time he watches that makes us so happy – through a child’s eyes, eh? in searching for remembrances it was nice to see the kindnesses that blood and I tried to give ma. I can see now …
another morning, yesterday was oddly draining, though perhaps the culmination of the long weekend? oh well – great clouds to share so … let me get to that, eh? //09:39a – “… to make your troubles go away” sings Andra Day – …
Saturday mornings cup of coffee stack of eggos Lego my waffles. We used to start our days after the comics and maybe a bowl of cereal but now I default scan for any and all communications, the latest and greatest and must …
“it makes my heart ache for live music” Cheryl says of the Lawn In the Morning set from Naked Giants this morn. how we will survive, how things will change, will we emerge soon with a better grasp of a good life? …
I write when I become focused on the screen/keyboard. I had been cruising in July/Aug of a routine of sorts, but tripped somewhere along the line. But… it still is a good thing to have happen as often as it can, yes? …
how do we continue down a path while we spin spin spin, balance who needs it??!!, arms out eyes closing head tilts back and… whoops. “Acedia was a malady that apparently plagued many medieval monks. It’s a sense of no longer caring …
