Daily Archives: Thursday, November 17, 2016

the miserable plant in the lone flowerpot – 294/366 (catch up)

How many emails did I have today?

Have? I save many, mostly for boards I sit on and may need for reference. So, with that knowledge (and that  I have had my account for ever and a day. I got it back when people had to get an invite.  So, I have 66,322 emails in my account!

“We may know that the work we continue to put off doing will be bad. Worse, however, is the work we never do. A work that’s finished is at least finished. It may be poor, but it exists, like the miserable plant in the lone flowerpot of my neighbour who’s crippled. That plant is her happiness, and sometimes it’s even mine. What I write, bad as it is, may provide some hurt or sad soul a few moments of distraction from something worse. That’s enough for me, or it isn’t enough, but it serves some purpose, and so it is with all of life.”
~ Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

is the center of the world – 293/366 (catch up)

What opportunity am I waiting for?

The next adventure to find me, I suppose.  The last few adventures that have meandered on my life path have been rather sucky.

“Do not despise your own place and hour. Every place is under the stars, every place is the center of the world.”
~ John Burroughs, Studies in Nature and Literature

were a preparation for . . . nothing – 292/366 (catch up)

Describe my last life changing moment.

life-changing – I guess that my fascination and propensity towards things like chaos theory make this a tough one to answer. The day my son was born was life-changing, as was the day I got the cancer call, and the cancer surgery, so was taking off to medical school in a small third world country. Those are big, but my choices… and I mean each and every little one, change my life. So deciding to write this line, was life changing (how that evolves and how dynamic it is are still up in the air).

XOXO

“Who can know when his world is going to change? Who can tell before it happens, that every prior experience, all the years, were a preparation for . . . nothing.”
~ William Goldman

when body and soul rise in mutiny against their rigour – 291/366 (catch up)

If I made laws, what one would I make today?

Laws are a tricky word game that for me, are best suited for conversations with friends over a bottle or six of wine.

I am not sure how I feel about this quote from Charlotte…

“Laws and principles are not for the times when there is no temptation: they are for such moments as this, when body and soul rise in mutiny against their rigour … If at my convenience I might break them, what would be their worth?”
~ Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

no cruelty whatsoever passes by without impact – 290/366 (catch up)

What impact do I hope to have on the world?

The only measurable and lasting  impact I can have is to raise my son to be a gentle loving human, one that is kind and loving to his children, one who passes the importance of that on… for generations to come.

“Thus it is that no cruelty whatsoever passes by without impact. Thus it is that we always pay dearly for chasing after what is cheap.”
~ Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

an ugly masterpiece that lives off the beauty of sound – 289/366 (catch up)

My fovorite sound is______

Rain, the sound of rain, in all its glorious forms… the gentle lady rain, t he furious downpour, the taps on a tin roof, the pelts of hail as it hits the warm cement… that sound will energize me, revive my soul, compel my body to run out there and get wet, to feel the water hit my body and slide down my face,  arms, and skin.  I don’t think it is because I am in the desert.

 

“My body is an ugly masterpiece that lives off the beauty of sound.”
~ Chad Sugg

“The only noise now was the rain, pattering softly with the magnificent indifference of nature for the tangled passions of humans.”
~ Sherwood Smith