Creo, ergo sum.
I create, therefore I am.
Or should that be
I am, therefore I create?
Ego sum, ergo creo
Creo, ergo sum.
I create, therefore I am.
Or should that be
I am, therefore I create?
Ego sum, ergo creo
“Time is the longest distance between two places.”
— Tennessee Williams
From The Glass Menagerie
Have I been spending too much time in Diana Gabaldon’s world the last few months? This quote just doesn’t ring true to me. I look at my kids’ baby photos and think how those moments seem like yesterday, and I ponder that time is a circle of interwoven strands, connections between are the tiniest of gaps. You know how you can spend years between a visit with an old friend, yet in a moment of greeting, the time is erased?
No, I don’t believe Tennessee Williams got this one right at all.
I have been sick this week. It seemed at times as if my skin had been removed, pummelled with a tenderizing mallet, then wrapped back over my bones, mashed into place with a good whack to my lower back..
I am very much looking forward to a return to health, which I hope happens very soon.
Very.
Soon.
OMG.
I have just discovered United Nude shoes. These are incredible! I have never seen them ‘in the flesh,’ tried them on, etc. But from the photos, they are GORGEOUS! I love the way they play with geometric shapes. So stunning!
A nurse was walking my father back from the bathroom and turned to me, “You should pick up some Fixodent for him. His teeth are loose, and he’s spitting when he talks.”
I looked at her in confusion. “They make Fixodent for real teeth?”
Now it was her turn for confusion. She looked stunned. “Ninety-seven years old and he still has his teeth?”
I nodded.
“Well. He shouldn’t. They should be falling out.”
Huh?
One of the most popular posts on my blog is https://shawnbird.com/2011/03/02/places-to-look-for-lost-keys/. Since last March when I wrote that one, my keys have been reasonably well behaved, staying clipped onto the handle of my purse where they belong most of the time. (This is a good strategy- I use a large carabiner clip). For Christmas this year my husband was finally able to find a gift he’s been hunting for about 20 years. He bought me a key finder.
A key fob is attached to my key ring, and I just push a button on the finder and the key fob beeps. It beeps VERY quietly, but it beeps. So long as my hearing stays good, and I don’t lose the finder component of this system, it may do the trick.
PS. He found it at Canadian Tire, if you need one too.
I’ve been pondering time lately. I once heard a theory that while time is linear to us, that it could also be a circle. I envision this as a tight coil, circle upon circle, so that everything is really happening simultaneously, in different components of the coil.
This concept works well with my notion of Other Realms, such as exist in Grace Awakening. This makes the past that Ben is obsessed with and that Grace is dreaming about is all really concurrent with their modern high school experience. The memories of 3000 years are as close as the present.
This sort of fits with the experience of Jamie and Claire in the time travelling Outlander series. It changes the concepts of death and love.
18th century Jamie expresses it well to Claire who has crossed through the standing stones in the 1960s to return to him in the past. She is remembering his grave seen in her own time, and she is afraid for him. He is not worried:
“But do you not see how verra small a thing is the notion of death, between us two, Claire?” he whispered.
“All the time after ye left me, after Culloden—I was dead then, was I not?…Two hundred years from now, I shall most certainly be dead, Sassenach… Be it Indians, wild beasts, a plague, the hangman’s rope, or only the blessing of auld age—I will be dead. … And while you were there—in your own time—I was dead, no?… I was dead, my Sassenach—and yet all that time, I loved you. … So long as my body lives, and yours—we are one flesh,” he whispered. His fingers touched me, hair and chin and neck and breast, and I breathed his breath and felt him solid under my hand. Then I lay with my head on his shoulder, the strength of his supporting me, the words deep and soft in his chest. “And when my body shall cease, my soul will still be your’s Claire—I swear by my hope of heaven, I will not be parted from you. … Nothing is lost, Sassenach; only changed.”
“That’s the first law of thermodynamics,” I said, wiping my nose.
“No,” he said. “That’s faith.” (Drums of Autumn p.321-22)
It makes my heart ache a bit to think of such faith in love. That’s a good thing too. I think Ben feels the same way about Grace, so long as she will choose him, and survive the attacks of those meant to destroy her. There’s that finger of doubt chasing him, though. Will she stay this time?
Death doesn’t stop the love. The loss of a person physically doesn’t mean the warmth of feeling disappears. Scents or memories can drop in and collapse the time between in an instant. Dreams seem like a very logical way to cross the divide. Visitations can be close in the territory of Morpheus. I wonder if he’s worked out some arrangement with Chronos? Hmmm.
A new beginning begins
Another old ending ends
A circle encircles again
Time encloses and bends
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pray plant January 14, 2012
Tags: consonance, house plants, poem
red clover
keeled over
petals unfurled
pallid curls
pray, prayer plant
for power to survive
are you strong enough
to live long enough
pray
little plant
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