WEATHER OR NOT
The windows are fogged from the airconditioning that made a continuous not so low humming sound all night, till finally shutting down this early am when reaching the request of the thermostat. Through the film on the bay windows looking out on the wood, I can discern clear skies and bright sunshine. It is perturbing to sit here, (not going to work), while the weather seems so congenial. I did experience one of the better nights rest I have had in a long time: which would not have happened in a tiny pup tent on a hill in central Pennsylvania with the extreme temperatures and threat of strong thunderstorms. The forecast is still calling for severe weather about the time the show opens this morning at ten. I have tried to focus on my store, listing and answering wildly unreasonable and inappropriate messages requesting that I sell my wares for no profit. Oh… and there is the young woman from Australia messaging me every four hours to ask if the item she purchased twelve hours ago has been posted yet.
We have discussed perseverance recently; knowing what diligence we have both exerted over all the years we have been earning a living, I am finding nature adverse in her handling of our would be progress, weather or not.
A LETTER TO A WRITER
The Inquisition might be a very good example; that I feel still goes on today although in much subtler forms; as when your sister sits across a breakfast table, in a public restaurant, and discounts whatever you have said with a stern but, more so, sour look on her face. All possibly due to a narrow channel of thought that does not even begin to fulfill their guarded, greedy self involved agendas.
I feel stronger today and more rested; not positive but hopeful that I will move towards obtaining the already spent rent needed to satisfy the nasty letter: sanguine feelings I am bolstering with a nice strong cup of breakfast blend.
Our situations may be of qualitative service to us, let’s hope sooner, than at the end of the day.
Please, please… take this time to tell your stories and to share them from a confirmed and affirmative place, no matter how imaginary the round table, in that corner room below the turret, (cupola), in the castle of your mind.
Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.
– William Shakespeare
Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?
– John Keats
Good writing excites me, and makes life worth living.
– Harold Pinter
Art hath an enemy called ignorance.
– Ben Jonson