Quietly yours

How are you, sweetie darlings? Hanging in there? Why have I not written in a while? Oh I have written to you, many times. Angry, frustrated dispatches from the Anthropocene. I caught myself typing in all caps the other day and I don’t think I’ve ever used all caps on this blog, too many exclamation marks on occasion, but all caps? That’s what stopped me from publishing a single word. Venting. That’s what I was doing. And I won’t dump it on you, yet again, dearest denizens. There’s a better way, a more active, practical way to channel all that livid upset; writing is my way of organizing it all. Fury can be a flame, pain a catalyst, in a positive, constructive way. What you do with that sort of energy, now that’s the question, ain’t it?

Apart from all that, and work, I’ve been eating plums aplenty, it was a good crop, and drinking loads of tea as the temperature has plummeted a good 10/50 degrees; the last summer weekend was indeed the last summer weekend, the perfect villaavslutning, as it’s called up here, a festival of fire and water, dark and light; and I’ve been looking at the stunning images coming in from the James Webb Telescope and stargazing with my youngest; and I’m currently reading All the Devils Are Here by Louise Penny and Collapse of an Empire: Lessons for Modern Russia by Yegor Gaidar and yes you too have time to read if you do the math meaning give yourself four weeks and with an average book you only have to read ten to fourteen pages per day, yes, I say only because you have time for ten to fourteen pages per day say before bed or if you snack here and there or cut down on other media starting with the social kind, wink wink hint hint [stop lecturing, jeez]; sorry about that; and I’ve been thinking about my maternal grandparents, 102 years last week, and Brazil, 200 years of independence last Wednesday; and I’m trying to practice gratitude and see beauty and find wonder while building up my sons for the world they’ll inherit; and I’ve picked up a handicraft I used to enjoy and it turns out I still enjoy it immensely, and I’m learning a new craft, which is wonderful and awful at the same time because I’m no good at dabbling, I want to know everything and learn everything, and if I can’t be a semipro at the very least then what’s the point. So, what else should I learn? A modicum of humility and moderation, right? But where’s the challenge or effort in that? 😉