Keep waking up in the morning with a clear purpose for the day. Not a big thing, necessarily, but a clear perception: this needs to be done. The action of the day is not always to blur it, but often enough. A matter of keeping up momentum. And carrying on with this enormous paper-shredding exercise. Any successful exercise in clearing out clutter, taking stuff to the dump, recycling paper that didn't need to be kept even when it was first set aside, making spaces free - any such exercise seems to involve a spiritual loss of weight. We're getting lighter by the day.
Sometimes, happiness is a good night's sleep. Comes with regret attached, though, because by the time you know you're doing it, you're no longer doing it. Perhaps the happiness part is back there at the beginning, when you're ready to sleep and none of those thoughts even occurs to you - so tired, need to sleep, worried about getting to sleep, et cetera. Or maybe happiness is watching the Avatar DVD, longest version of the film, with a medium-sized boy who has wrapped himself up on the sofa with his duvet, pillow, drink of water, and who falls asleep not long after the tree comes down. Before all the battles. Two people in need of sleep.
Keep waking up in the morning with a clear purpose for the day. Not a big thing, necessarily, but a clear perception: this needs to be done. The action of the day is not always to blur it, but often enough. A matter of keeping up momentum. And carrying on with this enormous paper-shredding exercise. Any successful exercise in clearing out clutter, taking stuff to the dump, recycling paper that didn't need to be kept even when it was first set aside, making spaces free - any such exercise seems to involve a spiritual loss of weight. We're getting lighter by the day. Comments are closed.
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What happens hereThis site is no longer updated weekly because I've taken to writing at Medium dot com instead. I may come back, but for now, I'm enjoying the simplicity at Medium.
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Mind you, if you get a sense of deja vu when reading my work, that may be because you've lived this life before. Where are we now? We're hurtling round the sun, held to the ground by a weak force that we don’t begin to understand, arguing about trade deals between the land masses on a planet mostly covered by water.
The dolphins must think us ridiculous. No wonder they only come to the shallow water to play with us, not to signal their most complex philosophies. More. Riddle. It takes two to make me, but when I'm made, I'm only a memory. What am I? Scroll down to find out.
Is that a catastrophe I see before me? Could be. There was a clear sky earlier, but now clouds are encroaching from the North. We could be in for a storm. More.
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Here is yet another page of old blog posts and other writings. Sorry, but I need my metaphorical sock drawer for metaphorical socks. The link to the page is right at the end of the paragraph here.
Roads without end
Here is a passage from a review of the book The Road to Somewhere by David Goodhart. I haven't read the book (yet), but the collected reviews would make a worthwhile set of political arguments in their own right. More.
State of the Union
Several commentators today saying that they've lost confidence in the US. Making their point by talking up the glories of the past. After two weeks of this administration, they're not going back.
Were they wrong, and they've seen the light? Or has the US changed? I guess the latter is the intended meaning. But we should at least acknowledge the possibility... More. Categories
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