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Late at night is that beautiful time. All things are still. Well, most all things. Good time to write. You can hear the ringing in your ears--the after hum of the day's activity with the occasional whimper or cry from the toddler who's adventuring in her sleep from the other room. It's only audible to you because of the ever increasing maelstrom of electronic devices littering your habitation, a.k.a. the baby monitor.
It's quiet.
There's no fighting against this noise or that intrusion against the framework of your thinking--in your case--your 'creating' machine. Many try to get away from it. You try to get into it, but in a different way: at an altogether different angle and vibrating at a different pitch. It's therapeutic to do this thing. This thing that all too often you let get kicked to the side by Life. No harm, no foul. A quiet, but powerful thing can sometimes get easily extinguished by neglect alone--a sin of omission, perhaps. "Don't let me die; I am part of you. I must be fed everyday. No worry, a buffet is not needed. Mere crumbs will do. To sustain life is not much. A fine line it is between the sustaining and the dying away."
The ringing in the ears continues in the deafening quiet, broken only by the occasional crackling of the sleep deprived baby monitor.
It's quiet.
There's no fighting against this noise or that intrusion against the framework of your thinking--in your case--your 'creating' machine. Many try to get away from it. You try to get into it, but in a different way: at an altogether different angle and vibrating at a different pitch. It's therapeutic to do this thing. This thing that all too often you let get kicked to the side by Life. No harm, no foul. A quiet, but powerful thing can sometimes get easily extinguished by neglect alone--a sin of omission, perhaps. "Don't let me die; I am part of you. I must be fed everyday. No worry, a buffet is not needed. Mere crumbs will do. To sustain life is not much. A fine line it is between the sustaining and the dying away."
The ringing in the ears continues in the deafening quiet, broken only by the occasional crackling of the sleep deprived baby monitor.
As I get older I realize the benefit of spending time with your relatives. It's really important, even if you don't see eye to eye on everything. I think it's really asking too much that you should. You have the parents that you do, are related to the people that you are for a reason. It may be a reason that you never actually discover, but that is beside the point. The point is that there is so much healing and enrichment that can come from being close with your relations. It may not be easy for you to do. You may have to put forth some energy towards that end. One thing is for sure. The relations that are yours can not be properly substituted or exchanged for anyone else. I think many have often tried and where it is necessary we do our best, however those 'wounds' or holes in our relationships with the originals can never be fully 'filled in' or bridged across. There is no substitute for our actual parents and our actual family. They are human like we and as such have inherent strengths and weaknesses. To forgive, rebind and heal is our ultimate task and victory. The task and the subsequent victory are bound together. Now, isn't that interesting?
This is pretty funny. Check it out. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jwbHyQ7jI98&feature=youtube_gdata
I think that there's maybe 350 people or so in this line here at Barton Crk. Mall. This IS the 'reservations' line. I'm not sure how fast or not the line is moving. I just got here.
