tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post4845847161896570674..comments2023-10-28T04:53:32.505-07:00Comments on View From The Northern Wall: What I Am Todaychristopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-83807397822572324442010-08-05T04:02:00.064-07:002010-08-05T04:02:00.064-07:00each verb has a different course...
beautiful th...each verb has a different course...<br /><br /><br />beautiful thoughts...human beinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09232419187783429903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-83334168797005556352010-08-04T21:03:59.803-07:002010-08-04T21:03:59.803-07:00So my blog is growing old before my eyes because I...So my blog is growing old before my eyes because I am doing that in my life. This is the whole of things, that I am in my mortality. That is my work now, to die well if I can. <br /><br />What does dying well look like? I should not burden others too much, but neither should I pretend that I do not live with death on my shoulder. Actually I have been doing that in some form since Carlos Casteneda was instructed by his brujo Don Juan Matus to live like that. It is what shamans do. I am happy that I did not die early. On the other hand, I have been living as if this day was my last for a very long time. I am okay with that. It is what shamans do. It is a source of power.christopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-35014389475419713302010-08-04T18:36:53.429-07:002010-08-04T18:36:53.429-07:00This is just true. Somethings are non-negotiable. ...This is just true. Somethings are non-negotiable. Death cannot be bargained with. But I ask myself if I would prefer to meet him in a moment of young shine (although I fear I am past that option), or in the dim of old. I have no answer.Wine and Wordshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06778785233226804217noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-89225644103718681512010-08-04T07:19:51.985-07:002010-08-04T07:19:51.985-07:00Karen, hi. Exactly.
Erin, my love, my very good ...Karen, hi. Exactly.<br /><br />Erin, my love, my very good friend. Refer to Karen, for that is my point. She says, at an age similar to mine, that she feels it in her bones, whatever else she does. It takes care of itself. You don't have to artificially cultivate anything. All you have to do is live honestly. Sixty five birthdays is just different from forty five birthdays, unless you get stuck. You say you hope to never develop the dimness as if it were thinking that makes it so, but it is living that makes it so. My hope for you is that you never get stuck in artificial denials of the truth of what happens next.<br /><br />The zest for the journey includes a zest for its end or it is not complete. The Hindus believe in poverty at the end as well, a begging bowl and a life in the forest as a spiritual itinerant, giving room in the life to pay attention to the graces and beauty of departure. That takes place in the last third of life, beginning in the ideal sense at age fifty-six. When I say these things completely, it is within such a larger spiritual context of duty to the shape of human life on the planet.<br /><br />I am not poor by world standards, even now while I am jobless and not tied into a system I don't believe in, not at the moment tied in in any way. I am sitting in my own house on my own nickel, wondering how I will pay my auto insurance in two weeks and my property tax in three months. I am however, desperately poor by American retirement standards.<br /><br />We do not have a system that covers these things well.christopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-7016123135424955492010-08-04T05:27:10.579-07:002010-08-04T05:27:10.579-07:00Oh, I smile so big in this. I smile so friggen bi...Oh, I smile so big in this. I smile so friggen big. <br /><br />I hope I go out as a verb! Even if it is at 80. 60. Tomorrow. Let it be a spirited verb!<br /><br />(As I laid in bed last night, after reading poetry and all that, I thought about waning and how my mind has not developed the electrical routes to consider this in reality. I hope to never develop those routes. I hope to be spunk until the end, and I won't even mind if I am perhaps wrong in it.)<br /><br />xo<br />erinWoman in a Windowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14747858840088922077noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-9772622746595081332010-08-04T03:29:16.758-07:002010-08-04T03:29:16.758-07:00Love the whole thing, but those last lines I can f...Love the whole thing, but those last lines I can feel in my bones.Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12003379181294550035noreply@blogger.com