Me listening to a Nordic lullaby: The singer has a lovely voice.
The comments section: The singer has a lovely voice!
Also the comments section: This song makes me want to live close to nature!
Me: This song is about a mother telling a hungry wolf she won’t let it eat her child!
This candle is for all those affected by Ida.
Hmmmmm . . . from the sound of it, either there’s a leak somewhere in my roof, or a little gnome carpenter is working on my ceiling in the rain.
Today’s Morning Thought: I keep getting more that I need to do, so I must be getting better, right?
Today’s Morning Follow-up Thought: You know it doesn’t work that way, right?
“I just finished up a few rounds of bellows breath,” L’s Mother told me yesterday. “Not to be confused with Mister Bellows’ breath, of course,” she added with a grin.
Now friends and neighbors, there are few things sadder than dropping a reference some fifty odd years out of date and expecting someone else to get it, but sadder things do exist.
“It’s Doctor Bellows‘ breath,” I corrected her.
One of the advantages of perspective is it gives you the opportunity to realize that not every stupid thing you’ve done was actually “stupid.” For instance, once I managed to wedge my back bumper over a concrete pylon that was invisible to me from the driver’s seat as I tried to maneuver my vehicle around and out of a narrow road that had been unexpectedly blocked off. While I felt especially stupid at the time, I had no visibility and truly was being as careful as I possibly could. The pylon just happened to be the perfect height for me to back over it seamlessly right before the incline shifted just enough to link the bumper and pylon like they were Legos. It was such an improbably perfect fit that even looking right at it once I got out of the vehicle, it took me a while to see it and figure out what had happened.
I’m a little less sure if my gunning the engine and rocking the vehicle until enough of both the pylon and the bumper shifted enough for me to get free was the best solution, but it was the fastest.
It’s not like I’m unfamiliar with how quickly Nature can reclaim something. For instance, I saw what happened to my grandparent’s house after it became abandoned (or more accurately, I didn’t see it thanks to all the trees), but I’m frankly amazed at how much Nature seems to want to reclaim my car.
Another product of my taking more frequent walks is that I’m starting to become conversant in “the language of fences.” (It’s like the language of flowers, just less interesting . . . and with fences.)
For instance, a chain-link fence says, “We value our view,” while a standard six-foot tall fence says, “We value our privacy,” and an eight-foot tall fence with motion sensing lights says, “Go. Away.”
While some may believe otherwise, none of us have total control over events in our lives. While you can heavily slant the odds in your favor, there is nothing you can do to guarantee that you’ll have a good harvest.
But there’s a lot of things you can do to guarantee that you won’t.
So as part of my road to recovery, I’ve decided to start going on morning walks again, if only to get out of the house more. Today was day one, and I learned something right off the bat:
That build up of tension over the past few months had become load bearing tension.
Candles & Curses 