I have a friend who tells me, on occasion, I am
What makes you feel young? Kids don't have to worry about this -- they just are young, of course. Young adults don't have to think about it much, either. They are still young. And it seems to me that young adulthood gets longer and longer, and that is a good thing. My granddaughter expects that I will live to be 100, and that would give me another 28 years to the finish line.
A few days ago I had the pleasure of perusing books at Children's Book World, a West Los Angeles bookstore that is filled and overflowing with amazing selections. There was an entire section devoted to women who had made huge break-throughs in science, art, literature and human rights. It was hard to tear myself away, but I had a lunch date and it was time to go.
I am told, by someone who knows her stuff (my granddaughter), that if you put a golf ball where a chicken can find it, the chicken will be motivated to lay an egg. Her first-grade class is raising chickens, so what she tells me must be true. Now that is a new fact for me, and I am very glad to learn it. Should I have a chicken that is not laying any eggs, I will know just how to remedy that. Inspire the chicken with a golf ball!
Bringing out the bears is something I do each year with a little fear, and a great deal of joy.
I can never wait until after Thanksgiving to start the Christmas music. It isn't always appreciated by those who are circling in and out of my living spaces. And it isn't as if I am religious anymore. I am not pushing any particular message except to support goodwill and good cheer -- and a setting aside of any pressing issues that are, in any case, beyond our control. Goodwill and good cheer I am heartily in favor of, and will continue to champion. I won't be solving global warming or war in the middle east just now.
Living for a long time is not easy. Your consciousness has to be challenged, your intellect too. Never mind the physical. Your body doesn't respond as it used to, you are slow. You sometimes get really tired. But because of these things you may be given the opportunity to sort out some things. Reflection is a big important word, and I would like to use it here, but I think sorting is really more about what I am doing these days.
I am beginning to think I have left it too late. The writing life, I mean.
What if you went to Hawaii and fell down some stairs in Kauai and broke a rib just halfway into your trip?
'If we sip the wine, we find dreams coming upon us out of the imminent night' D.H. Lawrence
When Kate returned to the table, she found Cliff deep in thought over his drink. 'Penny,' she said.
Something my kids used to say -- short for "penny for your thoughts.'"
'Ah. I don't think they're even worth a penny, frankly. You okay? You were gone quite awhile.'
'Alas, she who cannot see the bars of her own cage will find it difficult beyond measure to escape.' anonymous
It is in the details, the minutiae, that we discover and begin to understand another's life. So much meaning in such tiny things. Purse dust, I call it.
The daily mull generally deals in questions which do not have final, simple, definitive answers.
This time is almost an exception.
Some time ago, I posted a little essay on Grabel's Law (you can find it here) :
Two is not equal to three, even for very large values of two.
The law, as most of you who find your way to this post will already know, is fairly famous on the internet and even on T-shirts and mugs.
My adult son recently gifted me with a pocket knife.
I hadn't carried one since I was a boy, and it took me back to my first knife, and the very first thing I learned to carve: a simple whistle.
You start with a small branch, cut off a section, notch it, slide off part of the bark, carve out a hollow and a flat spot for your breath to go through, replace the bark, and if all goes well it makes a very pleasing sound.
Of course, you have to know what you are doing, and you have to actually do it.
No Digging for Worms
Earthworms have their own business, and it is holy.
They are lacing through debris, making it clean.
If you see them when you are turning the earth to plant a bulb
or root out a weed, let them return to their dark home.
They bristle their way through their loamy world
with tiny hairs all along their body, bringing air to the soil.