Today, I wanted to create another meme stream. It’s been a while, and my meme folder is humongous and expanding. But what to concentrate on? What focus doesn’t shade into another? It feels to me that, rather than a fairly stable landscape with identifiable objects, we are all inside a rushing maelstrom, with no end in sight.
That’s “true” on a more than personal level. On the personal level however, here at home, order, reason, and habit still prevail. Mostly. There is a pattern to my day. I’m careful not to schedule too much into it, and attend to everything needed as quickly as possible.
This evening, for our twice-monthly community dinner. I will get the chicken and clean house.
Here are a few memes that help me at this point in my long life when I recognize that after all this time, I’m still “a work in progress.”
While doing my daily practices: yoga, chikung, taichi, I ask to remember, to re-member, to put myself back together again.
This way, I am able to . . .
On the other hand, It feels like every night while in always fitful sleep I shift “identities,” one after another, in order to keep floating along in the maelstrom without drowning.
I’m very familiar with all these developmental stages, and like to think I’m “at the top,” serving, most of the time.
But deep down, this:
