Today’s Prompt: What memory keeps returning to you lately — and what might it be trying to remind you of?
I once thought it would be great to be able to forget things at will. Then, slowly, I started noticing that I was having trouble remembering things. I started to question my memory of being able to remember.
(more…)The big project for today was figuring out why the humidifier had stopped working. Before turning it on for the winter a few weeks ago, I gave it a wash. Perhaps mistakenly, I used the shower head to get into all the nooks and crannies on the inside, where pet hair and dust had settled and coagulated. When I plugged it in and turned it on, it didn’t work at first but then it started spewing out warm mists of hydration.
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When I was studying Philosophy, I remember proudly proclaiming that I loved living in a world of ideas. I wanted to stay in that world forever. I believed that that’s where I belonged.
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I can’t think of anything to write about today.
I’ve been mulling over the idea of writing a blog about post about it. Anyway, here we are, I guess. I’m doing it.
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I ironed four shirts this evening. In December, one of my goals for this year was to dress better. Not as in get new clothes but to wear the clothes I have better. Ironing my shirts is part of that.
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As a general rule, I’d rather not touch people or have them touch me. Today, however, I went for a massage. My back has been acting up and the irregular stretching and pain medication wasn’t enough to alleviate the tension. The massage helped but I booked another appointment. There’s a lot of work to be done.
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I met with a counsellor recently who ended our first session together with this: “Check in with yourself and notice how you feel.” After an hour-long session, I was being asked to self-reflect. While this is solid advice, it left me feeling unheard because self-reflection is what led me to seek out assistance. What I needed from the session were practical takeaways – what can I do to start climbing out of this rut? Sharpening the shovel that I used to dig the hole isn’t going to help.
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It’s a wonder, isn’t it, that an idea was ever had at all. Whence did one, any one, originate? How, pray tell, did it arrive? For how long, no one knows, will it stay?
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Every time I’ve sat down to do some journalling over the last two weeks, my plans for the summer have been top of mind. I’ve been desperately trying to figure out what I want to do with the nine weeks that lay ahead of me. The practice of looking forward with no clear idea of which path to take has probably gotten me to where I am today. (more…)
In 2002, Journals was released. It’s a collection of Kurt Cobain’s notes, letters, lists, and drawings. It could easily be argued that his music was his liberation, his way of finding nirvana. The collection shines a light on how Cobain thought. It’s an insight into who the man was behind the curtains, not behind the microphone. It helps you understand why he made the music that he did. I use Morning Pages.
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