24 hrs. I did not open the laptop since yesterday morning early. Wasn’t in me. I
was am, in escape mode. (hey Lizzi! you know what I’m talkin’ about). And so, you might say I’ve got some hypo gratitudes amidst the self-indulgence (or is it more a restorative process?). Do they need to be named or identified? Naah. To do so gives them more life than they deserve. Let them starve. We’re all gathered here today (and the rest of the weekend) to enjoy the offerings of those writers who participte in the weekly hop known across time as The Ten Things of Thankful. Originally created and hosted by our friend, in the truest sense of the word, Lizzi Lewis, its stewardship has more recently been under that of the famous wordsmithstress Josie Two Shoes. Thank you Josie for transitioning this hop.
You know, I don’t go on the FB much anymore. Every day or 2 or 3 I’ll open ‘er up. I was thinking of Michelle Liew last week. Was it fortuitous that this morning was one of those days I went on the FB? Oh yeah. Because today is Michelle’s birthday, even though her day is practically over at this writing (she lives in the future you know lol). Which is the roundabout way I came upon the reprint below. It came up in my FB feed in one of those ‘hey, look what you used to do” taunts. (no, really. not in one of those moods)
Today is about the thankfuls. The reprint? It represent all kinds of TFs. The least of which is an example of writing as if I didn’t have a care in the world, which in 2012, I surely did. And yet, it shows me that it is within my power to excel in spite of circumstance. It reminds me that all is relative. It reminds me that I am more than I could have thought I was.
Life. Music. Creativity. Choice. Good health. Friendship. Love. Family. Safety. Technology. Enjoy the vintage Girlie. I included the comments because, well, they still make me smile.
I have a coupla posts about the Cat. So what? Of mice and men, cats and magic….there but for the grace of the Cat go I. Timelines? Did someone mention timelines? What? That was “timeframe”? I see.
I’m thinkin’ I have one more post about the Cat here. I mean, who doesn’t have a “Trilogy”? Back to the Future, The Matrix…The Godfather. Besides, you know what they say about trilogies. OK, the number 3 at least…. “it happens in 3’s, they go in 3’s, 3rd times a charm”, etc.
All of us can easily conjure up on the giant screen inside our brains, famous movie trilogies. Or recollect fondly? from our formative years the various religious references involving trilogies -Father, Son, Holy Ghost, Taoist Trilogy, the theory of clarks, scotts, rogers.… Aren’t there 3 major food groups? And what about the I, IV, V? Huh? Huh?! Triads, whether they be religious, criminal, physical or musical in nature, are significant.
Life is a triad. Can we call it a Trilogy? There are 3 “events”: we’re born, have a “life” and we die. 3 components that are linked and intertwined, in my humble opinion, in an Escher kind of way. There is no starting point A that immediately and linearly produces the B that ends with the flatline C. As a clarklike female, I prefer to think of life more like a Mobius strip and my existence as simple “configuration space”. I know what you’re thinkin’ about now….”any minute Girlie’s gonna go off on a Pythagorean rant with a side dish of discourse regarding the importance of adhering to proper Euclidian etiquette when in the company of well to do, hypontenustic people. LOL
……don’t worry. I’m better now. Sometimes when we freefloat, ponder the past, search the present or plan for the future we find ourselves veering off into all sorts of uncharted territory – landscapes morphed by memory, the litter of lingering feelings strewn along the roadsides… it’s easy to miss the paw prints. But if we are lucky, like little Jamaal, we’ll have a shoulder upon which to perch for however brief the moment, and the world will open up again to life lessons and the Cat….