2K6 + 2
My weepy big eyed calico finally tortured me enough to get out of bed, twice, before the phone rang at 11:45. I kept getting up to go the bathroom and then falling back into bed. But the call from my friend C finally woke me up enough to realize I was hungry.
So off to the kitchen to discover . . . about a bazillion dirty dishes, pots, serving trays and paper cups/plates/forks . . . oh yeah! I had a party yesterday.
My 16th annual New Year's dinner was a delight. But I am completely wiped today . . . AND .... I have tons of things to clean up too. Oh well, they can sit another day as far as I am concerned.
Back to the sofa with a cuppa and a protein bar. Next time I am up I will take my meds and get a refill. But for now, surf the web and stare out the window. And yeah, I fed the calico -- but her dish wasn't empty. It's just a weird calico ritual, assaulting me in bed, but hey I know whose house this is . . . so I hear and obey, eventually.
Been thinking . . . always a dangerous prelude . . . been thinking about life a lot lately. Apparently a NYT op-ed last week stressed that action makes us happier, not self- reflection. Which of course brings up the question for me of whether happiness is actually a life goal for me or not.
I had decided long ago, after burying yet another family member, that peace was not a life goal for me personally, it was the result of life -- ultimately, peace came at death. And at that moment I realized I no longer wanted peace. Now I can hear a wave of protest about peace and justice, but I am not discussing interpersonal, or communal or global peace. I am strictly looking at peace within. And as soon as I gave up the pursuit of inner peace, guess what happened? You betcha, I achieved inner peace.
So now I look at this op-ed peace, which has as its intention the spurring of people to action instead of reflection. I laughed of course, because this kind of thinking had to come from an extrovert. We introverts are always judged as pathological because we need to go inward first before we act. But we introverts also advise folks to reflect before they act, which can be equally unhealthy for extroverts.
Action and reflection are two sides of the same coin, and they interoperate as a cycle. It is not either or, nor even this one first -- it is a cycle of following each action by reflection which is followed by action. It is the same problem I have with the traditional view of the QBL lightening flash. I am working on devising a description of the flash that starts at Kether then goes to Binah then Chockmah -- Starts with reflection then action.
Happiness as a goal, as an introvert, I need to reflect on the idea first. And as I sit here contemplating my soul and the universe, I find that I am happy.
Take that NYT!
slurp . . .
Katrina 1
NYT 0
Happy New Years!
So off to the kitchen to discover . . . about a bazillion dirty dishes, pots, serving trays and paper cups/plates/forks . . . oh yeah! I had a party yesterday.
My 16th annual New Year's dinner was a delight. But I am completely wiped today . . . AND .... I have tons of things to clean up too. Oh well, they can sit another day as far as I am concerned.
Back to the sofa with a cuppa and a protein bar. Next time I am up I will take my meds and get a refill. But for now, surf the web and stare out the window. And yeah, I fed the calico -- but her dish wasn't empty. It's just a weird calico ritual, assaulting me in bed, but hey I know whose house this is . . . so I hear and obey, eventually.
Been thinking . . . always a dangerous prelude . . . been thinking about life a lot lately. Apparently a NYT op-ed last week stressed that action makes us happier, not self- reflection. Which of course brings up the question for me of whether happiness is actually a life goal for me or not.
I had decided long ago, after burying yet another family member, that peace was not a life goal for me personally, it was the result of life -- ultimately, peace came at death. And at that moment I realized I no longer wanted peace. Now I can hear a wave of protest about peace and justice, but I am not discussing interpersonal, or communal or global peace. I am strictly looking at peace within. And as soon as I gave up the pursuit of inner peace, guess what happened? You betcha, I achieved inner peace.
So now I look at this op-ed peace, which has as its intention the spurring of people to action instead of reflection. I laughed of course, because this kind of thinking had to come from an extrovert. We introverts are always judged as pathological because we need to go inward first before we act. But we introverts also advise folks to reflect before they act, which can be equally unhealthy for extroverts.
Action and reflection are two sides of the same coin, and they interoperate as a cycle. It is not either or, nor even this one first -- it is a cycle of following each action by reflection which is followed by action. It is the same problem I have with the traditional view of the QBL lightening flash. I am working on devising a description of the flash that starts at Kether then goes to Binah then Chockmah -- Starts with reflection then action.
Happiness as a goal, as an introvert, I need to reflect on the idea first. And as I sit here contemplating my soul and the universe, I find that I am happy.
Take that NYT!
slurp . . .
Katrina 1
NYT 0
Happy New Years!