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Aging its seems
is a slow process of letting go
allowing younger-day dreams to dissipate
grounding oneself in solider pleasures of the day-to-day
Passionate speeches to oneself at night
can be smiled at
must be smiled at
Self must be made to settle
in humbler things
like joy
which is free -
the others
So I haven't really posted much here because I find that increasingly most of what I blog about is either on the markets, or my tentative steps toward God. I've just started a separate blog here: in case anyone is interested. I'm not sure what I will post here going forward -- random thoughts on life, I am sure, will occur and appear, but with ( Read more... ) -
Random old poem
Found in the leaf of a 1948 copy of Birds in Cornwall (original link here):
Low-Tide at Looe
I love the river-bed, when the tide is low
When gulls paddle, but do not ride
The little wobbling waves
And fishermen in long thigh-boots
Casually cross the drying mud
Splashing in the narrowing channel
On the further side
I like to watch the children,
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Fragility, Stability
Ok, maybe it's a cheesy song, but somehow today I keep singing this to myself:
Sting's Fragile --
On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star (x2)
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are (x2)
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The year we walk again
I'm walking again! With a limp, and I can't go down stairs, and I need a crutch for any acceleration. BUT I'm walking again. I also hit the mats yesterday, against the advice of virtually everyone I know (I tried to ask as few people as possible), and I didn't get hurt. Though, I need to strongly remind myself to not do anything that requires ( Read more... ) -
Looking for a poem
Every year end I go looking for words, to put into a next-year's diary for S. I was poking around this slim book of poetry, and found this by the wayside, not relevant for the diary but suddenly moving. Poetry is like that -- it lies in wait for your heart to be in the right place.
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The Dance
A middle-aged woman, quite plain, to be polite ( Read more... ) -
Weaning off the crutches
S and I made a first crutchless foray to Parkway Parade last weekend -- it took all of 2.5 hours to get there and back, by bus, and run a couple errands, and by the end I was totally tired and grumpy. Wow, walking is really hard when your foot can't flex. Weird how these little biomechanical things affect life so much ( Read more... ) -
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D and his wife C came over for dinner tonight; it's always interesting talking with him, not just because he's intelligent but because he's very good at looking through things and grasping essential points and principles, and simplifying things to concepts. D was finishing up a Ph.D in biology in London, but got disillusioned with the scientific ( Read more... ) -
Old movie love
We saw Casablanca on okTV (ex-Channel 12) last night -- awesome! Crisp, trenchant, good old-fashioned acting, nothing like the whiny trash that is Hollywood these days. Movies seemed to have more purpose back then. Next Sunday at 10pm is the original Ocean's Eleven -- given that I did actually even like the remake, I expect the original to be even ( Read more... ) -
Fat and gross
Bleah, feeling fat and gross from a couple nights of interrupted sleep to attend US-hosted webinars on how to use trading software. Not that these appears to give significant information beyond what one could probably work out from playing with the interface. Nonetheless I guess it is an interesting cultural experience. Went swimming yesterday, on ( Read more... )