Saturday, January 22, 2005

Five more boxes to mail today, and errands to run, and then I get to spend the afternoon shifting the office furniture around. I'm clearing space, creating order, adding work surfaces, getting ready to go back to work--my own work, my own enterprise. An important part of this next phase is learning the full Adobe Acrobat so I can make my own .pdfs. The only complete Acrobat software I have on hand is version 3, but it's a start--I think there's a tutorial--and later I can upgrade to something more current. I just have to find the disk and install it. I know it's around here somewhere ... 11:15:03 AM    comment []

As I have been apart this past six months and more and undisturbed by the onslaught of televised media and (as much as it grieves me) so rarely subject to the roilings and smoothings of human relationship, I have had the opportunity to observe my own rhythms in the world, the movements of my mental and emotional energies, and as I lie here sleepless and look out on the moon-illumined snowy slopes all around me, I wonder whether, if we plotted them on a graph, our comings-together and driftings-apart do not coincide with the moon's waxings and wanings--whether our emotional tides, the vessels of our attention, do not rise and fall, come and go as the moon's light does. And then I wonder whether my fondness for the moon might not be misguided, if perhaps I ought to resent the moon, feel oppressed or enslaved by its demands, and whether a remedy might be found to get around its influence. Or is it a good thing, to be pulled toward persons in predictable rhythms and with increasing intensity and then to fall back into ourselves to better assimilate the experience of it... This may be another meaning of my Three Ways dream of years ago. (And it may only be true of lunatics.) [Written 5 minutes to midnight, 21 January 2005. Image is an altered version of a googled .jpg.] 10:48:01 AM    comment []