It's been a while. But as my sister and I are were discussing this
evening, we haven't had time to process it all. So let's just start
with a bird's eye view. Since I last wrote, my life has been filled
with more magick than I thought possible.
For those of you who are not aware, on December 29, 2007 I ended up
with a 4th brother. That's right, all 3 of my sisters are now married.
7 has become 11 in 2 short years. My mother will need a bigger
mantelpiece for all the stockings.
Strangely, New Year's Eve did not effect me. I was in Mt. Juliet,
TN when the year came to a close. The days without sleep caught up to
me around 10:30 or so, and I was awoken by fireworks and cheering. In a
way, I am not ready to say goodbye to 2007. I don't know if I ever
truly will. Many years seem to be merely part of they cycle, a
combination of beginnings and endings. 2007 was a year of birth.
Many of my postings in 2007 related changes in the lives of others,
the magick reflected from others. My first of 2008 started out that way
as well. But something has happened to me recently. On a road in the
night, I was overcome. I still don't know if the driver saw me or could
hear the change in my voice as we sang to one another. It matters
not. I couldn't have stopped the tears if I wanted to. I had run
into magick in it's pure form.
I had fallen in love.
For those of you who have met Liz, you know I really didn't have a
choice. It's amazing it took this long. I must be quite the cynic.
:-)
I could go on forever. The last year could fill a memoir. The last
month could fill another. But baking protein bars, running a 6-minute
mile, and spinning poi in the middle of the Nashville airport all seem a
little insignificant right now.
As for the large issues facing our world as a whole, I've found a better forum for discussing those. :-)
Monday, October 27, 2014
Oh my (Originally published on January 24, 2008)
I would like to thank Kilowatts for a reminder. One sent to him
through the ages. Charley Chaplin reminding us about life. I sometimes
forget the lessons I have learned. I sometimes forget that it's all a
cosmic joke.
But every once in a while, I laugh... I laugh with an earnestness that amazes people. I laugh as if the world is but a figment of my imagination. I laugh is if I could die tomorrow., because.... well, I can.
But, that sounds nihilistic. We fear nihilism. We have all run into those who were thinking of or did take their own life. But knowledge by its nature is dangerous. If we ignored all that was dangerous, we would still live in caves (assuming we got that far).
But here I am again. Looking at the world in amazement. It all seems so simple. The paths greed, hate, anger, and despair take are obvious. The paths love, faith, and hope go down are unpredictable.
In the end, we started out as talking monkeys. Computers surrounded in flesh. However, somewhere along the way, we became more. We broke the bonds. We left the physical plane. We took ourselves out of the evolutionary cycle. At that moment we became limitless. We stumbled across the very energy that drives the universe. We learned to manipulate things to our will. We became something else; something that could not be calculated or quantified.
So I ask everyone to look around. Take joy in the unpredictable. Take joy in those things that logic can't explain. In my limited experience, those were the only things that mattered.
But every once in a while, I laugh... I laugh with an earnestness that amazes people. I laugh as if the world is but a figment of my imagination. I laugh is if I could die tomorrow., because.... well, I can.
But, that sounds nihilistic. We fear nihilism. We have all run into those who were thinking of or did take their own life. But knowledge by its nature is dangerous. If we ignored all that was dangerous, we would still live in caves (assuming we got that far).
But here I am again. Looking at the world in amazement. It all seems so simple. The paths greed, hate, anger, and despair take are obvious. The paths love, faith, and hope go down are unpredictable.
In the end, we started out as talking monkeys. Computers surrounded in flesh. However, somewhere along the way, we became more. We broke the bonds. We left the physical plane. We took ourselves out of the evolutionary cycle. At that moment we became limitless. We stumbled across the very energy that drives the universe. We learned to manipulate things to our will. We became something else; something that could not be calculated or quantified.
So I ask everyone to look around. Take joy in the unpredictable. Take joy in those things that logic can't explain. In my limited experience, those were the only things that mattered.
Where to begin... (Originally published on May 21, 2008)
It's been a while. A long strange trip actually. I just needed to
write. To get thoughts to move from my brain down to my fingers. To
have knowledge spread.
The events of the last few months have seemed amplified. Somewhere along the way, my siblings and I have become adults. This fact should have been clear several times, but the idea was somehow abstracted. This week, it became less abstract. My father went into the hospital last week complaining of chest pains. He didn't think much of it at the time. Nor did his doctor's initially. They began examining him and found some arterial blockage. By the time Friday rolled around, the decision had been made to have bypass surgery. The surgery was scheduled for Monday. My sister Megan and I flew down to Nashville on Saturday.
My father is currently out of ICU and recovering from a quadruple bypass. There was no damage. There will be some lifestyle changes, but he should be back up and around in a couple of weeks. He's only 55 and our friends in the medical field have become quite adept over the last few decades.
It wasn't until I was returning to Philadelphia on Tuesday that something seemed to sink in: the number of things going on simultaneously. My sister Betsy is pregnant with her second. She was in Washington state looking at houses for her upcoming move. Her daughter is approaching her first birthday. Her second wedding anniversary was the day after his surgery. We stayed with Bridget and attempted to entertain the lovely Audrey while her father worked on the house in preparation for sale. Megan is taking classes and should actually have been working on a paper. Bridget and Alan have to clear up a fallen tree in their backyard. I brought some electrical wiring I wanted to work on. Meetings were cancelled. Vacations rescheduled.
I was absorbing all of these events and thought about the fact that my mother is scheduled for her second knee replacement this summer. Grandparents get knees replaced not my... Oh, wait. My mother is a grandmother. She has been the mother of the bride 3 times over.
The generations have gone up one. We are no longer the kids. My father had all five of us by the time he was my age. I was already 9 when his 32nd birthday rolled around. My mother is now the matriarch of a family that includes 11 1/3 people and spans 3 generations. All 3 of my sisters are homeowners. We are spread out over 4 states.
It has been an interesting couple of years. There has been sadness and joy. Pain and pleasure. Beginnings and endings for those people that believe there can be either. Quite a bit of travel and many evenings spent at home. Through it all, there have been stories. Through it all there has been love. I turned 30 at a bar hanging out with my aunt 14 days after my sister had gotten married. I turned 31 behind the wheel of a car, ten days before my niece took breath. In 13 days, I'll turn 32...
My guess is that it will be another interesting year.
The events of the last few months have seemed amplified. Somewhere along the way, my siblings and I have become adults. This fact should have been clear several times, but the idea was somehow abstracted. This week, it became less abstract. My father went into the hospital last week complaining of chest pains. He didn't think much of it at the time. Nor did his doctor's initially. They began examining him and found some arterial blockage. By the time Friday rolled around, the decision had been made to have bypass surgery. The surgery was scheduled for Monday. My sister Megan and I flew down to Nashville on Saturday.
My father is currently out of ICU and recovering from a quadruple bypass. There was no damage. There will be some lifestyle changes, but he should be back up and around in a couple of weeks. He's only 55 and our friends in the medical field have become quite adept over the last few decades.
It wasn't until I was returning to Philadelphia on Tuesday that something seemed to sink in: the number of things going on simultaneously. My sister Betsy is pregnant with her second. She was in Washington state looking at houses for her upcoming move. Her daughter is approaching her first birthday. Her second wedding anniversary was the day after his surgery. We stayed with Bridget and attempted to entertain the lovely Audrey while her father worked on the house in preparation for sale. Megan is taking classes and should actually have been working on a paper. Bridget and Alan have to clear up a fallen tree in their backyard. I brought some electrical wiring I wanted to work on. Meetings were cancelled. Vacations rescheduled.
I was absorbing all of these events and thought about the fact that my mother is scheduled for her second knee replacement this summer. Grandparents get knees replaced not my... Oh, wait. My mother is a grandmother. She has been the mother of the bride 3 times over.
The generations have gone up one. We are no longer the kids. My father had all five of us by the time he was my age. I was already 9 when his 32nd birthday rolled around. My mother is now the matriarch of a family that includes 11 1/3 people and spans 3 generations. All 3 of my sisters are homeowners. We are spread out over 4 states.
It has been an interesting couple of years. There has been sadness and joy. Pain and pleasure. Beginnings and endings for those people that believe there can be either. Quite a bit of travel and many evenings spent at home. Through it all, there have been stories. Through it all there has been love. I turned 30 at a bar hanging out with my aunt 14 days after my sister had gotten married. I turned 31 behind the wheel of a car, ten days before my niece took breath. In 13 days, I'll turn 32...
My guess is that it will be another interesting year.
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