I’m constantly asking myself “ how should I be living my best life”? When I was young, I thought the world in the future would be better. But, it seems, alas, no. And I seem to be powerless at this point. And yet, I have no problem feeling gratitude and using gratitude as a practice. As for the current surge of “ Christianity “, it’s easy to see this worldview drawing people in. But I have rejected the concept of sin, so that leaves me out! Thankfully! So I”m left with embracing uncertainty. And I often think about my parents generation - WW2- What were they thinking at the time.
For years I have been reading non fiction- philosophy, religious history, contemplative works on aging and death. Last week I started reading a novel- “ The Mountain and The Valley “by Ernest Buckler. ( please read it )I haven’t quite finished it, but it has swayed me towards expressing myself by writing. And Jan, you are inspiring me to write too.
I have been in a very similar mood -- very often lately, but a few days ago day my daughter reminded me: "The future is still unwritten", and this helped a bit, at least for a while.
You have, once again, captured for me, the prevailing temperature of my psyche. It is hard for me, the sunniest of optimists, to reconcile the darkness and the peril that any thinking person can see all around, against my desire to “rise above”. I literally don’t know what to do with myself sometimes: I’m cooking like it’s Covid. That’s my creativity. My waistline wishes I could dance, sing, paint (better than I do). I wish I liked writing more as I CAN do that but I don’t enjoy it at all. So I read instead. Diversion though, not doomscrolling. Thank you, Jan…
What confounds me is that so many people support what is happening - not just down south but up here too (I'm looking at you, Alberta). I know I should be looking for good, but...
Golden light…..soothing, smile inducing, love it. Consider me a friend who feels the same as you do about the world right now. For me, I’m so.appalled every day I can’t even utter a complete coherent sentence about it. The flies. That made me smile, in one of our homes they moved in to the warm east facing kitchen window annually and brought all of their friends and relatives. Friday morning, now I can get up and carry on! Xxx
Love the painting from last week and your photos Jan. Multi talented. Your words I look forward to also. Love you too lady. Bises to Paris for me. Can’t wait to see sketches, read shorts see pics from your trip and give you a squeeze when you get back Xo
I’m constantly asking myself “ how should I be living my best life”? When I was young, I thought the world in the future would be better. But, it seems, alas, no. And I seem to be powerless at this point. And yet, I have no problem feeling gratitude and using gratitude as a practice. As for the current surge of “ Christianity “, it’s easy to see this worldview drawing people in. But I have rejected the concept of sin, so that leaves me out! Thankfully! So I”m left with embracing uncertainty. And I often think about my parents generation - WW2- What were they thinking at the time.
For years I have been reading non fiction- philosophy, religious history, contemplative works on aging and death. Last week I started reading a novel- “ The Mountain and The Valley “by Ernest Buckler. ( please read it )I haven’t quite finished it, but it has swayed me towards expressing myself by writing. And Jan, you are inspiring me to write too.
Hi Gary - writing definitely saves my life. I’ve read The Mountain and The Valley. Many years ago. So good.
I have been in a very similar mood -- very often lately, but a few days ago day my daughter reminded me: "The future is still unwritten", and this helped a bit, at least for a while.
That is so helpful Mechtild! Thank her for me please.
You have, once again, captured for me, the prevailing temperature of my psyche. It is hard for me, the sunniest of optimists, to reconcile the darkness and the peril that any thinking person can see all around, against my desire to “rise above”. I literally don’t know what to do with myself sometimes: I’m cooking like it’s Covid. That’s my creativity. My waistline wishes I could dance, sing, paint (better than I do). I wish I liked writing more as I CAN do that but I don’t enjoy it at all. So I read instead. Diversion though, not doomscrolling. Thank you, Jan…
Oh Lee - I’m so grateful we found each other after so long!
What confounds me is that so many people support what is happening - not just down south but up here too (I'm looking at you, Alberta). I know I should be looking for good, but...
It is darned hard isn’t it.
Golden light…..soothing, smile inducing, love it. Consider me a friend who feels the same as you do about the world right now. For me, I’m so.appalled every day I can’t even utter a complete coherent sentence about it. The flies. That made me smile, in one of our homes they moved in to the warm east facing kitchen window annually and brought all of their friends and relatives. Friday morning, now I can get up and carry on! Xxx
Went to the Ardmore with our Linder. Had to stand in line!!!!!
Imagine! Was it just as good a breakfast as before? And the coffee??
Love this one, Jan. Excellent perspective.
Love you, too 🥰
Back at you my friend’
Oh Jan, your photos are beautiful and moving. Your words and thoughts powerful and moving.xo
I miss you my darling sister.
Love the painting from last week and your photos Jan. Multi talented. Your words I look forward to also. Love you too lady. Bises to Paris for me. Can’t wait to see sketches, read shorts see pics from your trip and give you a squeeze when you get back Xo
Oh I d like that very much!