Our new kittens, between mayhem sessions. For greatest realism, view these photos in a loop. The “active” phase is missing because all those photos are blurry.
P.S. No I cannot explain why we thought it was a good idea to get three kittens.
Our new kittens, between mayhem sessions. For greatest realism, view these photos in a loop. The “active” phase is missing because all those photos are blurry.
P.S. No I cannot explain why we thought it was a good idea to get three kittens.
On one level, I hate routine. I’ve made important life decisions based on a futile attempt to avoid repetition. Changes of jobs, homes, cities – and probably relationships. I have to fight feeling trapped once I exhaust the options for fresh experience. But that time will always come. There are only so many ways you can drive to the store, if you are going to the same damn store from the same damn house.
Yet, concurrently, repetition and routine provide essential foundations to so much that matters to me. While it is always great to share a new experience with my kids, the comforting patterns of family life are constructed of routine. There is no question that I plan most of my writing during mundane tasks like toothbrushing or weeding. And one of the richest benefits of travel is how much I appreciate home when I return.
I have a friend who talks about Buddhist intent to stay fully present in each moment – aware of the give of the keyboard as I type, conscious of the flow of water and the scratch of the scrubpad as I wash a plate. She strives for this awareness to feel grounded and calm. I try it and discover subtle variations that make each repetition unique. Doing this seems to be as close as I can get to meditation -with all my Western impatience and resistance to organized faith.
Recently, through the book-lovers’ site LibraryThing, I have gotten to know a woman who is plagued by two spinal conditions, each of which can be impossibly painful. When I expressed my regret about this, she replied that she always likes to look for a positive and at least her condition gives her plenty of time with some things she loves, books and reading.
Whenever I think about this it helps me to stop with the petty bitching about trivialities, for at least a brief stretch of time.
My novels apply a filter, sieve, microscope, and paintbrush to my life, with the occasional fun-house mirror or handful of feathers thrown in.
Scar Jewelry evolved through disparate experiences and observations that gradually connected inside my head:
By the way – though it may seem otherwise – nothing I’ve said here gives away Scar Jewelry‘s secrets!
Is it just me or are there more narcissists than there used to be?
I suppose it is a which-came-first-chicken-or-egg-or-frying-pan? question to try to sort out whether blogging and tweeting have simply released our inner mirror gazers, or whether social media have become popular because there is a narcissism gene, or whether social media are causing a rapid mutation in humans to develop such a gene.
Overall, I must say that I find narcissism more becoming in cats.
P.S. I would be interested in hearing your experiences. I work with a supreme narcissist so I have always got stories to share…
Strolling down the lane with the Buddha,
Once a life, always alive.
I just returned from a family reunion, which was terrific – I was an adult before I met this segment of family and I so enjoy them. But that is another story (partly told in my novel Scar Jewelry).
Cannot decide whether this post exhibits advanced or naive blogging technique. Chapter 72. Starting a Post with a Digression.
Anyway. As I was not yet saying.
I reached the reunion via a 2 hour plane flight. Same time zone. That is unfortunate because jet lag makes the displacement of travel more tangible and credible. This kind of travel creates such a sense of unreality. Drag a bag through an airport, sit in a cramped seat surrounded by engine drone and the coughs of strangers, drag a bag through another airport. Suddenly home and family and critters and friends are gone. New sights new tastes new sensations. Reverse the airport – cramped seat – airport regimen and then I am back on familiar ground, enjoying reunions with family and critters. I lay down in my own bed and the whole trip seems like a particularly realistic and lucid dream.