Aries 26° (April 15)

 

Wow I was further along than I thought I was. That is to say that I am preparing, here, to wake up today with nothing hanging over my head but a need to shave and a late-afternoon appointment. Otherwise I am here to write on a certain subject and I do think that I have found my way in, finally, spiritually (that is to say to understand, in my mind, the essence of what I’m doing so that it is activated in purpose, through which my creativity can flow—you know, the life of an artist?), Writing is my skill.I will make what I’m doing a loving tribute. It must be in praise of. I will text back Nan and Kip. One down one to go. Back and forth with Dave, don’t know when he’ll come to Cape again. I won’t want the entire crew. Last night I made stuffed clams and a spring mix salad with chive and tarragon. My body is feeling tight and in need of yoga. We had such an amazing walk on the beach yesterday. Today we watched some Bojack over breakfast and then I prepped the week’s menu and continued my way through getting next year’s ebooks into works. We had a lovely lunch of turkey, provolone and avocado sandwiches. Seriously my wrists are aching and I don’t know why. And then dinner was salmon with rutabaga and garlicky kale. We watched a Cowsills documentary and I fell asleep rather early.

 You might wonder how it is I can write more after ending the evening and falling asleep. That will have to remain a mystery you can easily figure out. I’m still dealing with an incredibly itchy sitchy and have to figure out a way to heal it. I do feel as if I’m zeroing in on a future here and today it became very real in the sense that we received a deal memo for the book, which brought up a number of questions. I’m not really clear on why it is in this day and age that an author would have to supply artwork but there you go. I’m kind of okay with it only because it would mean some work for some artists with whom we are already working. I will continue to persevere on all fronts. Anyway I am managing to move the needle in a real way. And we are watching the coffers fill back up a bit, which is truly a boon in these weird times. I have also been contacted by people from the Tennessee Wiliams Festival who are trying to organize themselves in some kind of solidarity effort. I’m not really clear on the entire thrust of it but I’m keeping my hat in the ring of whatever kind of leadership they might need on that score. I was surprised not to receive any thanks for the donations I have made here locally, but (obviously) I don’t do these sorts of things for any kind of credit. Still, I know that, if and when someone donates to my causes, I immediately send a thank-you note, as it is just good form. Anyway, I have a clear idea now where I am (and need be) in my process.

The following blocks of texs are exceprts from my first year of  Blagues, nos. 126-130.  I am reading through all my Blagues, five per day, and posting some samples here. Now, in my sixth year of writing this Blague, but the time I get to my seventh, I will have through all the daily Blagues of my first five years. If that’s confusing I apologize:

When I was a wee child we had something called the generation gap. It mirrored the racial gap and the gender gap and the gap of sexual identity. Now we delude ourselves we don’t have one. At that same time when I was a child we had a thriving middle class. We didn’t know then it was an anomaly, we thought it was a mainstay. Now we have a culture gap, a great divide created by the love of money that has seen most people on the have shore having been born there with a silver spoon handed down for centuries or those willing to sacrifice every human shred of empathy in order to simply claw at that shore. And then there is the other side, the ironical have-nots whom, I believe, have already inherited that proverbial kingdom, access to which is like the eye of a needle. Everything goes in the end; so those of us who willingly eschew the trappings of materiality for just enough and then some to live another day focused on giving have the easiest passage through life as those hills of time come rolling in. It is we who gain the sense of true abundance because we are closest to it. I know many very rich people. I would venture to say that I live just as well if not better than they do; and I’m constantly being shown the truly generous essential nature of life and the cosmos which never ceases to provide.

Think of the impermanence of what society seeks to impress upon your consciousness as important to achieve and hold onto, neither of which is actually possible. Want what you have and nothing more. It’s what we tell our clients and readers constantly. It sounds so easy but it’s so difficult to remember and put into actual practice. We immediately think “but what if…”…what if what? You’ll get sick? You will. You’ll die? You will. All of the physical world is impermanence; any advanced placement twelfth-grade English teacher would have had you explore that theme. Keats and Yeats. We know all this intellectually. But can we live the perspective the hills of time represent. Can we function and operate in the presence, act in it, with the ultimate panoramic view of life eternal? You can get back to me on that.

 

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree pointof the Sabian Symbol may at times be one degree higher than the one listed here. The Blague portrays the starting degree of for this day ( 0°,  for instance), as I typically post in the morning, while the Sabian number corresponds to the end point (1°) of that same 0°-1° period. There are 360  degrees spread over 365/6 days per year—so they nearly, but not exactly, correlate.

 

Typos happen. I don’t have a proofreader. And I like to just write, post and go!
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