Good morning, everyone
My regular computer has been in for repairs for the past week. I have resurrected my older one which, like myself, is well past it's best before date and particularly tempermental in the mornings. With luck, I'll be able to get this post written and delivered before my contrary technological friend here awakes to the fact that it is in fact working and immediately and spitefully shuts down.
Katherine, I am really happy to hear that you are going on a trip in the good company of your sister. I wish you all the best. New country, new sights, and sounds, and experiences - new worlds really. I hope the experience will be both rejuvenating and relaxing and provide an opportunity for you to let go of all your responsibilities. In terms of "nothing left to offer", from my own observations, particularly of late, that seems to be both an occupational, as well as life hazard compounded by stress, loneliness, and a kind of weariness that can take up residence in the marrow of your bones. There are times you need to let the world hold you, so that you might take a rest from trying to hold the world. Sometimes, becuase our feet keep walking, however awkwardly, we feel we can still stand, when in fact the weight of our weariness is longing for a deep rest, to lie down and rest. And just one final piece of advice ( I am particularly wise and ready to give advice for the first 8.5 minutes of each morning. It's all down hill after that)). You do not have to have anything to offer, you are allowed to not have answers, or comfort, or energy to offer. Your friends and collegues and all those on this site love and treasure you for just being. It's enough for them that you just are there - with them. Let go of all the rest - and rest.
Frustrated, I want to hear more about your life in the wooods. I am hoping to retrieve my good computer by tomorrow and will write again. This one is starting to play one of its favourite tricks which is "hide the cursor". It's other irritating game is "chase the cursor" where as soon as I think the cursor is settled and begin to type, the curson will randomly leap to another part of the scipt like a dog refusing to be caught and put back on a leash.
All the best to all of you ...north, south, east, and west. It is a bright sunny morning here, alovely fall day. The trees are still. One of my favourite memories is of being four or five and standing on the sidewalk of our little side street in the older section of Halifax. Someone was burning leaves (which I guess you were allowed to do at that time). I love that smell, like I love the sight and smell of salt water (which again you could see and smell in those days when the harbour was still visible from our street level view rather than, as now, from some tenth floor condo window.
take care, everyone. Things change.
Jim
Jim
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