This near-daily business of accentuating, let’s say, the positive, started thusly, on Facebook. 04/23/14 Monday and Wednesday go walking into a bar; as per usual, Monday is in everybody’s business in no time, annoying the hell out of everyone there, while Wednesday is a lot more laid-back, getting even more so the longer he’s around. Both days …
It is Thursday, and packs of wild dogs are not roaming the streets of my neighborhood this morning, inciting terror and mayhem. On reflection, there were no such packs of dangerous curs yesterday either, nor the day before that, nor even the one one more before. I am recognizing a very positive pattern here. <Post …
You are visited, often, in those final twitching moments of the day, by the inklings of an idea plainly woven through with gold. Streaked at times, even, with the diaphanous brilliance of beatific wings illumined in the streaming bright of heaven’s heady spotlight. Abloom, now and again, maybe, with the trumpeted bunched sunburst of daffodils …
I am not a believer in ghosts. Not. Just not. And this has created some unexpected problems for me, since my life is haunted pretty much up one side and right down the other. I should explain that the phantoms that plague me are most often entirely my own, holdovers of myself from different flashpoints, …
So much of my life has become defined for me by what I shouldn’t have been doing when I should have been sleeping. Sometimes, the emphasis is on the activity itself, but more often than not, it’s about the fallout. The repercussions. The aftermath. Which could be major, surely, especially when I was a good …
Of all the difficult relationships I’ve maintained in my life, the one I poorly keep with sleep has been the most maddening, because I never seem to learn from it. Sleep and I have real enough affection for one another, to be sure, yet we consistently fail to spend nearly enough quality time together. And …