With more energy again to walk the dog, I have been on treks into the desert of 45-50 minutes. I got lucky on Thanksgiving, and my taste buds were in working order for a turkey breast from Clark's and several homemade trimmings, including pumpkin pecan pie. The next day, however, my taste was on strike again. No joy of leftovers.
In the past, I would have risen to the challenge of figuring out how to solve this problem. Now I'm thinking, do I really want to spend the time it takes to do that? There's a judgmental (probably Lutheran) voice inside asking, how lazy can you get? But I'm hearing another saying, OK I'll figure out something, but not today.
And part of me begins wanting to muster the energy for that, deciding whether there is money for such an excursion, renewing my passport, overcoming the usual resistance to what would have seemed an extravagance only a year ago. To heck with publishing a book that may or may not ever be used by anyone.
|Paseo de Recoletos, Madrid|
It's hard work and rewarding in hardly any way that I have been able to fathom. When you can hear the meter ticking in one's own taxi ride through the universe as we know it, the spending of time on something that is the equivalent of watching paint dry seems a waste of a very personal and limited resource. Paying attention to whatever pops up in my admittedly noisy mental sphere often seems more like being a real live human at the moment. (I know a Zen master would tell me I've got this turned around, but I'm saying, so what?)
And I listen to videos of Pema Chödrön, my favorite Tibetan Buddhist, who makes me laugh, and reminds me, like Anne Lamott, that laughter is often the best medicine. While she talks about spiritual practice, the message is pretty much "This is important, but don't always take it too seriously." And I am grateful to her for that. (Click here to listen for a while.)
Some days I do the daily crossword at Yahoo Games (click here). And find it as relaxing and stress reducing as meditation is supposed to be. Or I get lost in a couple of books about the American watercolorist Charles Burchfield (1893-1967), whose paintings capture the Midwest as a kind of emotional terrain that is as deeply felt as it is observed. His was a life lived fully and richly. At least it seems so as I read of how he evolved as an artist, the ordinary world transformed by his eye, his heart, and his hand into a "cosmic funhouse" of his own.
And so life goes on.
I’m closing again with a jazz video suggested by a reader. This one is from the Joshua Redman Quartet, "Blues On Sunday," a real roof raiser, recorded in concert in Munich, 1994.
Any other readers with jazz favorites of their own, links to them are welcome.
If you were in a deep depression, you wouldn't write so beautifully. You'd just lie on the couch and say, "To hell with it all." You want to finish that book to have it live after you. Of course it will be used -- as a fine reference - and definitely needed, I might add. Try the antidepressant - if it makes you dopey, break it in half.ReplyDelete
Ron, I agree with Karen. You write beautifully in spite of the way you are feeling which, to me, is indicative of immense mental strength. Have you thought of yoga? As meditation is integral to yoga it enhances one's mood and boosts one's mental and physical energy. One also meets interesting people during yoga sessions. The Pumpkin-pecan pie looks yummy though I had never heard of it before. Re. the printer, I'm guessing either the printer needs to be reset or it is not identifying the format you are typing in, which I'm assuming is Word. Technology has a mind of its own.ReplyDelete
Maybe this will give you a boost, Ron. I'm doing preliminary work on your next book. And here's a favorite Chet Baker: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sIoquPMcG_EReplyDelete
Like Karen says, you write so beautifully. And never forget, though I don't want it to sound like you owe any of us anything, some people like myself look forward to your posts appearing. They help me tremendously. Often when so low, your posts not only pick me up, but also point me to something positive, like mainly your book reviews in my case, and maybe your jazz videos to other readers.ReplyDelete
You know, I've never, ever really gotten into jazz in the past seventy or so years - but today, for the first time, I'm going to follow one of your jazz music links.
Please keep up your good work, Ron.
You have been put through the gamut of emotions. No wonder you are questioning everything.ReplyDelete
Ron, as others have said, you have a beautiful way with words. Thank you for sharing. I can't imagine all that you are feeling at this time. Blessings!Delete
Ron, I've had better luck with moving meditation through Tai Chi. Don't know if that's an option for you, but learning the moves, memorizing the routine, the stories that go with each move --sometimes this gives the working mind something to do.ReplyDelete
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