|shadows of spring – @ Hobbit House, ~ April, 2018
Ever have a few days/weeks/months/years that are trying, somewhat crushing?
Yeah, me too.
Here’s a link my sis Blood offered for my soul … ’cause she does those kinds of things!
“Bird by Bird” his father said
See what she’s trying to help me do – to encourage me – is to get out of this rut I find myself in.
To extend my wings and soar!
It’s a bit of a challenge what with my incredible agreeableness with the status quo.
It’s dangerous. I should be terrified, scared – acting as if my life depends on my actions, my changing the course I’me following. But I’m not. It’s a pleasant paralysis and that – that’s a very bad thing.
So I quiet the damn dogs, I try to engage my brain and see that it’s as simple as the kind, wise advice offered by friends and professional strangers both – start where you are.
Or as the fabulous poet philosopher good sir David W. states ~
“Start Close In”
by David Whyte
Start close in,
don’t take the second step
or the third,
start with the first
the step you don’t want to take.
Oh the steps I don’t want to take. There’s a book! (anthology? Annual? huh…)
Blood and I spoke of my intense caution, how that might be a concern.
She reminded me of good sir Martin Short’s advice – be your best fan!
all of this is good – all of it makes sense – how do I ACT on these understandable and reasonable things?
Bird by bird, eh?
//12:34p+10April2018=Tuesday afternoon || kexp plays “Make Me a Song by Eleanor Friedberger\
|sunshine and pollen – durhamtown – ~april ’18
I presume it’s a typical moment in a young person’s life when they ponder “who am I related to? anyone famous I wonder…”
Thus occurred, a long time ago, a moment where factual knowledge melded with a value judgement was forged into a tiny it of wisdom for a 10 year old to hold onto.
Seems good sir Kaczor was right – perhaps I’d not like to align myself with such a man as Alabama’s governor with my last name; so I didn’t and that was a good thing.
Today marks an anniversary – not a good one. Today marks a measuring point – where we can see we still have so far to go. Today marks yet another day in the chaos of the world we live in.
If you think standing with a person / ideals and mores / that are hate filled is the best you can do, that’s pretty sad. I wonder why you are that way. I wonder why you’d be against upward progress, more bent towards inward hardening. Sadly no one wants to talk with me about this, so I am stuck wondering.
And hoping – hoping that when it comes time I can add a value judgment – water-hoses and attack dogs versus kids and students trying to talk to the mayor is bad – to a bit of factual knowledge – ‘there are people with our last names throughout history’ – that might give my son a stable foundation to navigate this oh so cruel world with courage.
Let’s see if his 4th grade teacher can also be a beacon of decency.
:: s :: | vivere militare est |
“Keep Calm and Carry On” or “Keep Calm … and Cupcakes!”
//11:22a+04Apr2018=Wednesday morn || By the Time I Get to Arizona by Public Enemy on ‘John in the Morning’ on kexp//