||“Children and hot fluid should be kept apart.” Sage advice from the side of my French-press coffee brewer.
A new reader of One Life (that brings my total readership to three or four) has been bravely going into the Archives and posting comments and likes (thank you, Katherine and your wonderful Photobooth Journal), inspiring me to delve back into the past. I was surprised to find how far back One Life goes – all the way back to February of 2005. I spent far too much of yesterday afternoon pawing around, reacquainting myself with myself.
What I found was a personal journal, musing about what I was doing day-to-day, observations about my early experiences with multiple sclerosis, family and work life. Usually there was a photograph attached, although the links have long expired so I don’t know what the pictures were of. Lots of links to other sites, odd things found online, what music was playing as I wrote, those links long expired too. In the end, the record is only interesting to me, and even then, not very.
But I feel inspired to get back on the horse. To stop taking myself and my blogging so seriously. What paralyzes me now is the self-imposed notion that each post has to be a fully thought out and insightful essay. I have a folder on my hard drive of barely begun such essays, writings that invariably get tangled up with lost threads and wind up pointless. Almost as if I was writing for an audience, and not just for myself. Imagine that!
Well, no more. I’m going to write what I want. I hope you’ll come along for the ride and share your thoughts; I’d love for this to be as much of a conversation as it can be.
What’s playing: Sweet Jane. Thanks, as always, to Radio Paradise, the best radio station ever.
“A weird, lovely, fantastic object out of nature like Delicate Arch has a curious ability to remind us – like rock and sunlight and wind in wilderness – that out there is a different world, older and greater and deeper by far than ours, a world which surrounds and sustains the little world of men as sea and sky surround and sustain a ship. The shock of the real. For a little while we are again able to see, as the child sees, a world of marvels. For a few moments, we discover that nothing can be taken for granted, for if this ring of stone is marvelous then all which shaped it is marvelous, and our journey here on earth, able to see and touch and hear in the midst of tangible mysterious things-in-themselves, is the most strange and daring of all adventures.”
From “Desert Solitaire,” by Edward Abbey.
I had in mind a brilliant essay, inspired by Abbey’s passionate and eloquent meditations on solitude, the southwest desert in general, Arches National Park and the pre-dam Glen Canyon in particular, exploring where a man in a wheelchair fits into the natural world. But as so often happens between then and now, those words have wandered away. In lieu of my lost words, I’ll simply leave this passage and highly recommend the book from whence I borrowed it. Perhaps my words will reorganize themselves and find their way onto the page. You’ll be the first to know.
I used to have a book called, “What Do You Say When You Talk To Yourself?” It was, as you might imagine, essentially an admonition to speak to oneself in positive reinforcing language.
These days, what I mainly say is, “Shut the fuck up.”
“According to Hindu mythology, the universe was created with a sound: “om.” It’s a syllable that contains within it everything that ever was and everything ever will be. When the Arecibo telescope is pointed at the space between the stars, it hears a faint hum. Astronomers call that the “cosmic microwave background.” It’s the residual radiation of the Big Bang, the explosion that created the universe 14 billion years ago.
But you can think of it as a barely audible reverberation of the original “Om.” That syllable was so resonant that the night sky will keep vibrating for as long as the universe exists. When Arecibo is not listening to anything else, it hears the voice of creation.”
– From The Great Silence, by Ted Chiang
Welcome to One Life, Mark 2. My goal is to post entries every day – not necessarily about multiple sclerosis or other health related issues, but thoughts, images, quotes, resources, hacks, whacks and snacks. That is the plan. As we all know, the best laid plans of mice and men often go awry. I hope you’ll stick with me, and keep in touch.
“I should like to enjoy this summer flower by flower, as if it were to be the last one for me.”
The practice of mindful living opens our environment to us exposes wonders we never imagined during the years we spent tranced. There is a holiness and fullness to our days now; the present is a good place to be. We are less concerned about the future and as we live more in the here and now, the future simply pours into the present, unnamed.
– from “A Man’s Book of the Spirit.”