Sunday, April 2, 2023

The dishes in the dish rack were dry and grimy. Sigh, need to up my game on washing dishes. I filled the dishpan with hot soapy water and returned the grimy dishes to be washed again.

I feel guilty playing solitaire on my computer.  Is it such a waste of time if I enjoy playing with these numbers?  I can’t shake the feeling that I should be doing something more worthwhile.

Inside my home I walk freely in and out of rooms. Outside, I use a cane, walking slowly, leaning heavily on the cane. Outside in the late afternoon a column on frantic gnats creates a blur in the air. The column moves up and down, sometimes bends in the breeze. I think atoms, invisible to the naked eye, must move in a similar chaotic but proscribed way.

I am working with my friend on a workshop we want to lead in May about OLD AGE, SICKNESS AND DEATH. These are words I live with now in my life. I am particularly interested in when shame arises in me when I talk about some topics.  I am working towards losing my fear of shame. Such a powerful and interesting emotion.