I can smell the impending change in the seasons. In the morning, Black Walnuts plonk down on the roof then roll down and plonk on the ground in our backyard. The hurricane left a huge mess of them. (How'd you hold up?) I've never processed nuts before, but if I'm successful, I think we'll be eating plenty of oatmeal-walnut cookies this winter.
The power is still out at our house so I'm at the library posting. I think this will become my regular blogging location since the internet at home is extremely limited. But considering my new reading binge, that's okay by me. Yesterday I finished Reading Lolita in Tehran. It's left me with so many open-ended questions and emotions that I can't describe in words. I supposed that's a sign of an excellent tale. As I read the last page, the neighbor's children started counting down in the distance. Ten... nine... eight... seven... They were playing hide and seek, a game I frequently played when I was a child. (I think we all played this.) I found myself desperately wanting to join in. That's what this story conveyed to me... the importance of imagination in a world gone mad.
For the past two years, all I could read was non-fiction. So did Jamie. That's his specialty, and he has a unique method of supporting the "crazy" it encourages in him. The topics were fascinating... mind control, bio-dynamic agriculture, etc. But the books were all left half-started. The potential of this world is startling when you take your blinders off and realize that there always has been and always will be a struggle between good and evil. The two of us indirectly absorbed so much trauma and felt so much guilt and anger and confusion and frustration. It's no wonder society is so medicated these days. It takes a great deal of internal strength to cope.
These days I'm able to take in the news (according to Jamie), and to quietly contemplate the atrocities that never seem to stop. I (try to) do this without panicking. So I've taken to reading lots of fiction and I'm finding my heart slowly rising above the "real" world. I'm discovering my private universe is quite comfortable. Ignorance is bliss, so long as one chooses not to forget.
ps. Butter Brickle ice cream is also bliss. Just in case you were wondering. Serious bliss.