Remembering D-Day. Operation Overlord commenced today with the Normandy invasion. I am filled with appreciation for the Allied soldiers who shed blood so that I was born a citizen of the United States, not of Germany. German has such complex syntax, I would never learn it.
Four Hour Facebook Binge
Generally, I spend about an hour a week with Facebook looking at photos posted by friends or updating my header image. Since Friday’s release of Good Omens, my thought have been pinwheeling with thoughts and ideas about Terry Pratchett’s books. Their various adaptions to television or film have all missed the mark. Therefore I had a wonderful time engaging in a four hour discussion with a the members of a Terry Pratchett Facebook group. Most of the participants were Brits; all were delightful. I dumped all of my thoughts, ideas, and pet peeves during the course of a lively discussion. I never have to think about Terry Pratchett book adaptions again.
If it’s blue is it suffering?
Once upon a time, I was in lust with an abstract painter. I don’t remember his name. I remember he was very good looking. I remember he spent an afternoon explaining the mysteries of an abstract painting that looked to me like a blob of random colors. I certainly remember how shocked I was to realize this painter experienced the shapes and colors of the world in ways beyond my ability to comprehend.
Blue Period: a new book about Picasso
A new book has been published about Picasso and the suffering he was experiencing during his “Blue Period.” Well yes, he probably saw suffering in the subjects he painted. Privately, I take issue with the automatic assumption he was suffering himself. I suspect painter’s engage with the world differently. I suspect that shape, and color, and light have more of a physical and emotional impact on a painter than the actual outside event. I suspect Picasso was entrapped or entranced with the color blue. He played with it and studied it until he learned what he wanted and moved forward.
Which brings me to Gulley Jimson
My-lord-in-heaven I just remembered Gully Jimson! How could have I forgotten him? I loved my first love because he gave me a copy of “The Horse’s Mouth.” The best novel I’ve read about the internal processes of a visual artist. I have to read this book again-immediately. It’s way out of date so I hope I can get my hands on a copy.
“Why,’ I said, quite surprised by my own eloquence in inventing all this stuff, ‘it happens every day. The old old story. Boys and girls fall in love, that is, they are driven mad and go blind and deaf and see each other not as human animals with comic noses and bandy legs and voices like frogs, but as angels so full of shining goodness that like hollow turnips with candles put into them, they seem miracles of beauty. And the next minute the candles shoot out sparks and burn their eyes. And they seem to each other like devils, full of spite and cruelty. And they will drive each other mad unless they have grown some imagination. Even enough to laugh.”
― Joyce Cary, The Horse’s Mouth
Magic of Stopping Thought
Stay in bed till you feel better
T’is a sort of magic. Woke up this morning with thoughts vacillating about what I should do this Sunday. This was accompanied by a very stiff neck and a headache. Feeling wise, the vibes were dismal. So, I decided that I was not going to get out of bed and move around in that state. I stayed in bed and stopped thought by listening to soothing music long for my spirits to bob up to a point that I was enthusiastic about coffee.
With my thermos of coffee, plunked down on the couch and meditated. My mind quieted and the more quiet it became, the happier I became. The vacillation stopped, my headache stopped and much of the neck pain dissipated. I started to get happy, and the road to a satisfying day opened in front of my mind’s eye.
At Peace with Today’s Financial Status
The best outcome of the day so far, is that I am at peace with today’s (or this hour’s financial situation). I feel at ease and relaxed with this hour’s financial situation. My desire is for a different situation, because it feels like more fun, but for the first time since I was fourteen I am experiencing ease and confidence in myself.