And nothing happened.
Expectation and waiting.
Yet nothing happened.
Scurry and scamper,
Movements filled with urgency.
Still, nothing happens.
Acceptance, embracing of
Since I will not have my usual computer access for the next few weeks, I’m going to do a series of shorter posts. I thought this haiku would be a good one to start with:
Try to stay present.
Not before and not after.
All we have is now.
An exhausted sleeplessness,
Heartache and sorrow
(I would’ve written more to give this some context, but never got around to it. Maybe next week. For now, just take it as it is – a sequence of words.)
This is one of those things that no one ever teaches you about, and you kind of have to learn as you go. It’s just so hard to learn…
I think people and society in general have come to accept that break-ups and divorce are things that happen. People accept that not all marriages last forever, and if a couple decide to part ways because it’s better for their well-being, then that is the best decision. Perhaps it’s just me, in my own sheltered corner of the world, but I don’t think we’re there yet with friendships. Continue reading
Time to rewind to the end of July. This is the post I would have written last week had I had the time.
On the last Saturday of July, I went to my first book club meeting. It makes it sound incredibly formal to call it a “meeting” but I’m not sure what I’m supposed to call it. It was actually very casual: we (a group of about nine people plus dog) sat around a big table eating pizza while chatting about the club’s book of the month.
I’d wanted to find and join book clubs before, but since I’m not a very fast reader, I was worried I wouldn’t be able to keep up, and would end up skipping a lot of meetings, or just giving up. The other reason I never joined one was because I was worried about getting “stuck” reading book club selections, and never having time for the books I really wanted to read.
Yet it’s always such a joy to meet other bookish people, and to have other readers to talk to about bookish things. Literary past-times tend to slip out of people’s lives once they leave school, so it’s been hard to find other bookish people (with similar tastes). Continue reading