Musings of a Messy Mind

This post was originally written in 2013 and is moved here from my old blog.  ********************   “To be bitter is to attribute intent and personality to the formless, infinite, unchanging and unchangeable void. We drift on a chartless, resistless sea. Let us sing when we can, and forget the rest..”   ―  H.P. Lovecraft I cried today because I threw away a covered tin that was originally filled with little wrapped sweets.  I used to have dozens of tins of varied sizes and colors.  You know the ones I mean, the kind that those Danish Butter Cookies that people who want to give you a gift but don't know you very well or know what you like tend to give at Christmas. You save them to give away your own homemade baked good during the holidays.  Holding up the Cadbury's Heroes Tin, I looked at John and asked, "Do you think I should just throw this away?  I mean, I guess with these hands I'm never going to make Christmas cookies by the dozens again, am I?"  He

Pandemic What if you thought of it as the Jews consider the Sabbath — the most sacred of times? Cease from travel. Cease from buying and selling. Give up, just for now, on trying to make the world different than it is. Sing. Pray. Touch only those to whom you commit your life. Center down. And when your body has become still, reach out with your heart. Know that we are connected in ways that are terrifying and beautiful. (You could hardly deny it now.) Know that our lives are in one another’s hands. (Surely, that has come clear.) Do not reach out your hands. Reach out your heart. Reach out your words. Reach out all the tendrils of compassion that move, invisibly, where we cannot touch. Promise this world your love — for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, so long as we all shall live. Lynn Unger During this immediate time, we seem to be living in an alternate reality.  We now throw around phrases and words