I collect evocative signs. Here are some of my recent favorites.
Hoping they mean of and to:
And now Big D-O’s is out of business. Standards too high, perhaps?
Fortunately, this was not my experience:
(The WP Weekly Photo Challenge was Rare.)
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.
Resting up for the next round of destruction and adventure.
It begins again.
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.
Death. The last word in writer’s block.
Although debate with the universe is not recommended…
Damn, just when I was getting the hang of it.
This offhand comment from a biologist deserves immortality.
She wondered about genetic drift.
Or maybe the reverse is more meaningful.
He never wondered about genetic drift.