Comments on: been afraid http://songriot.com/xoops/html/modules/wordpress/2006/10/23/been-afraid/ the Lars Din blog Wed, 07 Jan 2009 08:06:39 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=1.5.2 Comment on been afraid by: Sheila Bishop http://songriot.com/xoops/html/modules/wordpress/2006/10/23/been-afraid/#comment-369 Sun, 03 Dec 2006 14:39:07 +0000 http://songriot.com/xoops/html/modules/wordpress/2006/10/23/been-afraid/#comment-369 So I spend the morning catching up on the writings of various folks I know, after reading your entries, I will go on to Van's blog, some of which has been amazing lately. I lie in bed with my laptop which is the hight of decadence. The cat is curled up, not on the bed, but nearby on a wool blanket and Daddy is outside with his doggies- three now with the puppy we rescue a month back- Sweetpea is her name. I write a ramble to get at the tangle that's got many of us wrapped in ambivalent woods. Like a Xmas present, but the bows aren't as pretty. I don't know that ambivalence is all bad. But then I'm a fence sitter. An atheist/mystic, an extroverted introvert. Sometimes, especially at this time of year, I think we are called on to sit with the uncertainity. Funny enough, it is a necessary part of group decision making, the muddle, the mess, the no clear sign of which way to go or why or how. Oh, but it don't make it easy and at this time of year, I wish I could hibernate. Dream away the muddle and the mess and the anxieties. I stopped typing for a moment as I imagined a needle threaded with fear piercing my flesh and sewing the muscles and fat together- tightening. My life is good, very good, in most respects, but there are patterns sown in my flesh. Sown by my flesh. You are subjected to this because well that the way of a Sunday morning now and again. I hope the show at the A Farm went well, and I hope that your birthday brings you much joy. May all sorts of blessings be yours in the coming year. So I spend the morning catching up on the writings of various folks I know, after reading your entries, I will go on to Van’s blog, some of which has been amazing lately. I lie in bed with my laptop which is the hight of decadence. The cat is curled up, not on the bed, but nearby on a wool blanket and Daddy is outside with his doggies- three now with the puppy we rescue a month back- Sweetpea is her name. I write a ramble to get at the tangle that’s got many of us wrapped in ambivalent woods. Like a Xmas present, but the bows aren’t as pretty.

I don’t know that ambivalence is all bad. But then I’m a fence sitter. An atheist/mystic, an extroverted introvert. Sometimes, especially at this time of year, I think we are called on to sit with the uncertainity. Funny enough, it is a necessary part of group decision making, the muddle, the mess, the no clear sign of which way to go or why or how. Oh, but it don’t make it easy and at this time of year, I wish I could hibernate. Dream away the muddle and the mess and the anxieties. I stopped typing for a moment as I imagined a needle threaded with fear piercing my flesh and sewing the muscles and fat together- tightening. My life is good, very good, in most respects, but there are patterns sown in my flesh. Sown by my flesh.

You are subjected to this because well that the way of a Sunday morning now and again. I hope the show at the A Farm went well, and I hope that your birthday brings you much joy. May all sorts of blessings be yours in the coming year.

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