There you are, thinking, well, thinking something as opposed to nothing as you are doing right now, and you discover life has other plans. I thought I was being still. It seems stillness is a matter of degrees. I have much to learn. It is beautiful Los Angeles weather for dolce far niente.
Peter Pain, alarming nemesis from the Sunday funnies of my childhood. Called to mind (so to speak, which will tell you the state of synapses):
"Indiana Jones, I always knew one day you'd come walking back through my door..."
Marion Ravenwood
"Raiders of the Lost Ark"
Talk amongst yourselves. xoxo
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I hope that you feel better.
Your labels tell the rest of the story, along with your previous reference to soft clothes. I hope you feel better soon. Your writing is lovely.
Good lord. That poster! Take care. I'm stealing a little bit of dolce far niente for myself today if I can if I can if I can.
love,
Rebecca
Speedy Alka Seltzer had been a trusted friend for a number of years. Poor guy, I had to let him go.
Dear Readers, If the ancient gods are willing, I'll reply to your caring comments tomorrow. Thank you so much. They cheer me greatly. xo
oh i hope you are better. "i thought i was being still"- so many poetic dimensions to this.
Laoch - Thank you. Finally, I can say "yes," I feel more like myself.
Angella - Thank you. A time of slow and guarded movement, soft clothes. We are sidelined for reasons mostly beyond our knowing. Perhaps more will be revealed. Happy to have most of my wits restored. xo
Rebecca - Peter Pain showed up in the Sunday funny papers all too often, pitchfork in hand. He is my poster child for muscle spasm. I hope your dolce far niente arrived, in generous portion. xo
Robert - Speedy was a staple in my childhood home, along with Sucrets lozenges. I'd be happy if Peter Pain joined both of them in some distant past.
Sherry - Yes, still being still and having been chastened about the difference between still and stiller. I've come to believe, at its heart, all is a combination of poetry and magic. xo
The past is highly unpredictable. Which seems strange because it's already happened, but it comes when it wants to come.
xo
Rachel - There is one of the mysteries, the unpredictability of that which has already happened. I suspect the past is a shape shifter; I know it keeps us off balance. xo
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