I'm finally back! For a while....
July 23, 2004. 10:18 pm.
Much has happened since my last entry. Much will be written. More will be left un-written. Who is foolish enough to relate everything? Words only have a limited power, and it is only when one realizes their insufficiencies that one can begin to use them as they deserve. And to learn what needs to be left out. Sometimes what isn't said speaks volumes while what is captured says very little. I realize the pathetic reach of my words, but I still try to convey a little bit of the magic I have felt.
Shall I begin with the trivialities of daily living? THe useless details that cloud the eternal vision, or, at least, the vision of those things more important than lunches and movies and the worries of work and school? I have become the proud owner of a computer, of my own. Updates should henceforth be more regular, but that not until I get the internet connected. Which could possibly be September. Perhaps later. For now I must content myself with a word processor file, as I've barely kept up to my e-mail while wearing out my welcome at the library. You, dear readers, shall have to practice the virtue of patience. Hopefully it's worth the wait.
More trivialities. I am constantly and completely astounded by the peculiarities and idiosyncrasies of the weather we experience on earth. Yesterday it was so incredibly hot that even the plants didn't dare ot hold up their heads. The grass itself wilted, and even the trees adopted a sluggish, droopy look. Human beings hadn't half a chance. I took two cold showers and still couldn't get cool enough to sleep until nearly one in the morning. I fell asleep on my floor, curled up beside my air-conditioning vent, and awoke this morning stiff and sore, to find the book I had been reading halfway underneath me, poking my back uncomfortably, and with a few slightly (?) bent pages. A less than stellar way to begin a day, even I'll admit. Things did get better, for the weather had cleared overnight...Humidity had lifted its heavy hand from our heads and the cold winds and clouds have usurped the throne. I believe the low tonight should be fifty-something, according to one american radio station. But I love this weather--the breezes, those window-opening zephyrs, and the powerful and simultaneously gentle moving air has wailed through the house all day, for we have thrown open every barrier, in a rather reckless attempt to cool down and freshen up a house that has been heavy and dull for more than a week. (Yes, I am spoiled. many put up with worse and longer bouts of heat than we have had up to now. But still.) With the fresh air has arrived the bluest of blue skies! I never grow tired of gazing at the ever-changing and yet ever-same expanse of changing colours! Cornflower, azure, the palest baby blue, the purest cobalt, lovely shades and variations of cerulean, sometimes a lightened tone of sapphire, sometimes a violent, pre-storm navy, and many, oh, so many more! I don't know enough adjectives synonymous with 'blue' to describe them all--or even the tiny portion that my brain can comprehend. The palette of the Great Artist is absolutely incredible. And so for the weather.
More has happened, but much of it has taken place only in my mind. Many things have presented themselves to me for contemplations, and I"ve enjoyed a welcome change from my 'summer blues,' more to be expected in February than now! The endless grind of work, combined with the never-ending duty of piano practice has worn me down, and so the couple weeks I've had off have been wonderful! (off work, not music. Music is not the kind of thing one can take a break from...it's a never-ending blessing/curse.) I haven't simply sat, vegetable-like, around the house, nor have I spent incredible amounts of time sleeping 'in'--I've been employing myself with various and sundry domestic chores and duties (some I enjoy, some less so...) but the important, mind-refreshing thing is that the things I'm doing now are my own choice. I follow my agenda--and even when there are things on my 'to-do' list for other people, it is not because those people have demanded but because I have decided to do them. It's an intoxicating feeling, albeit a simple, fundamental one, and still, I derive much pleasure from ordering my days as it so pleases me.
But I've many more things 'to-do' yet today, and tomorrow, and so that is as much as I will write. Be patient. This will make it on-line.
Much has happened since my last entry. Much will be written. More will be left un-written. Who is foolish enough to relate everything? Words only have a limited power, and it is only when one realizes their insufficiencies that one can begin to use them as they deserve. And to learn what needs to be left out. Sometimes what isn't said speaks volumes while what is captured says very little. I realize the pathetic reach of my words, but I still try to convey a little bit of the magic I have felt.
Shall I begin with the trivialities of daily living? THe useless details that cloud the eternal vision, or, at least, the vision of those things more important than lunches and movies and the worries of work and school? I have become the proud owner of a computer, of my own. Updates should henceforth be more regular, but that not until I get the internet connected. Which could possibly be September. Perhaps later. For now I must content myself with a word processor file, as I've barely kept up to my e-mail while wearing out my welcome at the library. You, dear readers, shall have to practice the virtue of patience. Hopefully it's worth the wait.
More trivialities. I am constantly and completely astounded by the peculiarities and idiosyncrasies of the weather we experience on earth. Yesterday it was so incredibly hot that even the plants didn't dare ot hold up their heads. The grass itself wilted, and even the trees adopted a sluggish, droopy look. Human beings hadn't half a chance. I took two cold showers and still couldn't get cool enough to sleep until nearly one in the morning. I fell asleep on my floor, curled up beside my air-conditioning vent, and awoke this morning stiff and sore, to find the book I had been reading halfway underneath me, poking my back uncomfortably, and with a few slightly (?) bent pages. A less than stellar way to begin a day, even I'll admit. Things did get better, for the weather had cleared overnight...Humidity had lifted its heavy hand from our heads and the cold winds and clouds have usurped the throne. I believe the low tonight should be fifty-something, according to one american radio station. But I love this weather--the breezes, those window-opening zephyrs, and the powerful and simultaneously gentle moving air has wailed through the house all day, for we have thrown open every barrier, in a rather reckless attempt to cool down and freshen up a house that has been heavy and dull for more than a week. (Yes, I am spoiled. many put up with worse and longer bouts of heat than we have had up to now. But still.) With the fresh air has arrived the bluest of blue skies! I never grow tired of gazing at the ever-changing and yet ever-same expanse of changing colours! Cornflower, azure, the palest baby blue, the purest cobalt, lovely shades and variations of cerulean, sometimes a lightened tone of sapphire, sometimes a violent, pre-storm navy, and many, oh, so many more! I don't know enough adjectives synonymous with 'blue' to describe them all--or even the tiny portion that my brain can comprehend. The palette of the Great Artist is absolutely incredible. And so for the weather.
More has happened, but much of it has taken place only in my mind. Many things have presented themselves to me for contemplations, and I"ve enjoyed a welcome change from my 'summer blues,' more to be expected in February than now! The endless grind of work, combined with the never-ending duty of piano practice has worn me down, and so the couple weeks I've had off have been wonderful! (off work, not music. Music is not the kind of thing one can take a break from...it's a never-ending blessing/curse.) I haven't simply sat, vegetable-like, around the house, nor have I spent incredible amounts of time sleeping 'in'--I've been employing myself with various and sundry domestic chores and duties (some I enjoy, some less so...) but the important, mind-refreshing thing is that the things I'm doing now are my own choice. I follow my agenda--and even when there are things on my 'to-do' list for other people, it is not because those people have demanded but because I have decided to do them. It's an intoxicating feeling, albeit a simple, fundamental one, and still, I derive much pleasure from ordering my days as it so pleases me.
But I've many more things 'to-do' yet today, and tomorrow, and so that is as much as I will write. Be patient. This will make it on-line.