(1) You know you’re losing it when you plug the laptop charger into the kitchen wall socket, somehow thinking it will help you boil a pot of coffee. Grateful for the good laugh I got when I finally realized what I was doing. Coffee tastes good too — Guatemalan, I believe.
(2) Feeling threatened by today’s deadline on my new monthly column for Street Spirit News, I surprised myself by cranking out a decent rough draft yesterday afternoon. Grateful for the gig, and glad to be working with Alastair Boone once again.
(3) Encouraging conversation with Norman, the pastor at First Pres, after church yesterday. We decided that wearing masks has helped us to develop our reading of each other’s eyes — a useful skill that was left largely undeveloped during the days when we got to see the whole face. (Mathew 6:22 comes to mind). He also said he’d read a study where a majority of people now believe a masked face is “prettier” than a face without a mask. (I immediately came up with two reasons why this could be true — but we can leave that for future discussion.) We talked a bit about certain kinds of sports — “sports of aim,” I call them. The book Zen in the Art of Archery came to mind. Wonderful intelligent conversation with a very intelligent man.
(4) Had a great time on Friday driving around with Jodie, the pastor of the United Church. She reminds me of myself somewhat — the things I like about myself, that is. Same Myers-Briggs type and astrological sign, too — not that I put much stock in the latter. (The former can be fun, though.)
(5) Keva Shull returned to the project last week, under terms with which I gladly agreed (since I’d come up with same terms, for all players, myself.) Matt came back a few days later, and now all the Kids are back. The Oracle Project is picking up steam, and I’m grateful to have found a group of talented young Performing Artists who believe in me. At this time in my life, it doesn’t get much better than that.
Life is not easy for any of us. But what of that? We must have perseverance and above all confidence in ourselves. We must believe that we are gifted for something, and that this thing, at whatever cost, must be attained.
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