going a touch mental
that would be me.
i've been a touch mental since thinking a little too much about the sulphur, mercury, golden soul thing and the 'ships' in HP.
going about silently listing all the reasons i'm not, but should be more like ginny is a really crazy way for a mature reasonably intelligent woman who will be celebrating her 15th wedding anniversary this year to spend her time.
think i'll spend a little time doing something else for a while......
i've been a touch mental since thinking a little too much about the sulphur, mercury, golden soul thing and the 'ships' in HP.
going about silently listing all the reasons i'm not, but should be more like ginny is a really crazy way for a mature reasonably intelligent woman who will be celebrating her 15th wedding anniversary this year to spend her time.
think i'll spend a little time doing something else for a while......
posted by jkr2 | 10:23 pm
7 Comments:
Jo, yeah, don't get too caught up in the HP alchemy thing :) rememebr: art reflects life, not vice-verso ... I've much appreciation for you mothers since having been staying with mine and Pauli's good friend, 6 (out of 7) of whose children "affectionately" tackle "uncle Brett" every chance they get ... including functioning as a rather effective alarm clock for me in the mornings LOL
you don't sound mental to me ... but then I am notoriously a nutter myself :) ... so, I guess maybe "welcome to the crazy-house" is maybe more appropraite LOL just kidding
I'm sure you're kids don't think you're crazy either (or, if they do, that hey have long since accepted the fact and love you none-the-less :) )
and congrats to you and your DH on 15 years
... and, quite honestly, I'll bet you are quite a bit more like the fireball headed on than you realize ... and I think
But like I say, they just increased the padding in my cell so you may not want to listen to me :) (btw, do you know where the word "cell" comes from? The Latin word for "Heaven" - "caelus" ... a few centuries ago there were what were called the "pentitneital orders," which were joined by people who had converted to a better way of life but felt they had done themsleves enough damage through a life of sin that the "normal" life was not a live option for them for the remainder of their tenure on earth, and so they joined these "penitential orders" and lived in community in their "pentitentiaries" and their "cells" were their place fpr a "little bit of heaven [cealus] on earth", a place to pray in solitude.
I don't think you're a nutter and need a cell, but I think there is a little truth for all of us in the lines of Val Kilmer as Doc Holiday in the movie "Tombstone" ... "There's no such thing as normal life, Wyatt ... there's just life.")
But maybe you should take some time off from HP and watch the winter olympics ... my friends wife loves watching with their kids, who love it too, and my friend and I have joined them ... the male Russian figure skating champion was pretty sublime art
(well, he has one son who is 7 and pretty much a ball-of-energy type who will be good at football and construction, and the event he could not stop talking of for a few days following was, of course, the amazing speed of the downhill skiing - great kid)
sorry ... forgot to finish a thought again, just that I think dwelling on the virtues of Ginny is a fine thing, just don't sell yourself short.
oh i love that stuff about the cell.
the cloistered life is very hard for the modern church type to understand at all, but that really resonates.
lol at being a nutter yourself. and thanks for the reminder about art imitatin life, and not the other way around..... honestly i do veer a touch towards the mental side anyway (having battled depression/anxiety and post natal doo dah a number of times, plus it's unfortunately in the family - in some tragic ways really). i used to keep it well in check with my best friend, who i adore, but there's a long agonizing story - mainly involving how big a git her husband is (would only say that here, never irl) and he has basically 'banned' her from seeing me since he had a run in with my dh. so we would talk about an hour a day whilst cleaning floors etc. now i'm left to babble away to people unknown on the net lol.
the net is a wonderful sounding board (and being so fortunate to stumble accross delightful and compassionate people as yourself, merlin), but i miss the two way bond and devotion p. and i share. *sniff*
yes, anyway, i'm managing to not recite the list in my head (ginny 'dazzles'. i don't) (of course amusing myself even more for my 'hermione-ness' in having these lists in my head in the first place) and just *be*. you know?
plus dh picked up his guitar a few days ago (he's been in a real doldrum musically for a year now) and that's one place we really connect. just sitting listening to him play the guitar each day lately has been like a balm to the 'us' that gets a bit fragile from time to time.
rambling again. oh well. see the blog title. you were warned.....
warm regards,
jo
ahh, glad tgo hear you dh has picked up his guitar again, I keep going back to it ... the other night after my friend and his wife have "family night" with the kids (which involves reciations by the kids and skitts they make up and a review of quizzes and tests from home schooling, spelling and the like for the older ones and handwriting for the younger ones ... and I decided after this one that "Uncle Brett" should not allowed simply to sit back and be a mere observer and applauder, but that he should also have to show his work for the week in the form of having memorization recitations of what he wants to do anyway, which is to memorize some new prayers and ones he already knows, but memorize them in their Latin forms, so having to recite them as part of family night will be a good impetus for doing that, and fun for the kiddos too) ... anyway, the last thing of family night was their oldest son Josh, who just turned 13 on saturday, played a pion and voice song/drama he wrote, sort of an extended story piece about the turmoils of getting his "publication" out on time (which is a piece called "the Mr Pig Fan Club letter," involving his own and his younger brother John Paul's cartoons and letters of their fictional characters Mr Pig and the piglets ... I have contributed a couple letters to Mr Pig as "Professor Merlin" and "Buddy Boy, the pig doctor" and am currenlty drafting a inflamatory letter of allegations of copyright infringement to be submitted by Ronald Weasely's owl, Pig, complaining of the theft of the name and making several other comepletely baseless accusations against the so called "Mr Pig" LOL)
Anyway, this piano and singing piece ... extremely Tom Waits-liek, and my friend and his wife and I joked as I told them things were not likely to get any less "weird" in the future, and I proceeded to pull out my guitar and play several selcetions form Tom Waits for them ... sharing music together is always a good thing ... it goes well with my other "atmospheric" love, which is a roaring fire (seriously, I'm a fnatic about fire ... I used to work house-framing in the winter and LOVED driving home with the smell of woodsmoke drifting up from my clothes from occassionally tending the srcap wood fire we would have going all day for during breaks and lunch) - some day I plan to have a room in my own house with a fire-place or wood-burning stove and sit some evenings in the fall or winter wit a fire blazing and playing music and talking with friends or children(If I ever manage to get my dis-organized blast-end married :) ) ... there are some things that simply remind you what a blessing it is to be alive (amid the plethora of things that try to make it seem otherwise sometimes)
So, I'm glad your DH got his guitar out again ... depsite the truth of the words of Paul Simon, "sometimes even music cannot substitute for tears," music does seem to have healing properties sometimes, like the Phoenix song that accompanies its healing tears.
btw we lurved tombstone.
when our friend we lived with for a while would ask where steve was (my dh) i would say "he's down at the creek wah-king on wah-ter"... lol.
some great moments in that film (considering i'm not really a 'shoot-em-up' kinda gal)
jo
I loved Kilmer's performance, best in his career I think - I am still fond of saying, when somebdoy looks surprised at something, "Why, Johnny Ringo, you look like somebody justy wahked ova yor grave"
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