I’m feeling dark.
I used up too many spoons yesterday, a potentially fatal mistake when you’re deep in depression’s grip. It was my son’s twentieth birthday, however, and there was up to be gotten, preparations to be made, food to be cooked, and people to be interacted with. For hours…
Continue reading A bit of dark apathy.
Advice is a tricky thing.
If you think advice is wonderful, consider how you react when you get it, especially the unsolicited kind. We are all better givers than receivers in this regard…
Continue reading The subtle art of giving advice.
What is it about years that end in the number nine? Why are they such a big deal? We get excited when the calendar clocks over to zero yet, realistically, it’s much ado about nothing. Whatever meaning we’ve assigned is absolutely arbitrary. The years we count are just a convenient construct and don’t actually measure anything in a significant or particularly relevant way. They’re not even globally consistent… Continue reading Years that end in nine.
We don’t experience silence very often. It’s problematic. We are bombarded by noise of various types everywhere, almost all the time. We don’t really think about it anymore. It just is. And, unless you happen to be sitting on a deserted beach or in a distant forest meadow, much of it is unpleasant… Continue reading The sounds of silence.
From Famine to Feast 