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The living room is quite chill, as the sliding deck doors allow for much air exchange overnight. The east rooms are pleasant, but not as cool as outside yet. The lowest temperature has been just in the past hour.
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Email to MS
Happy belated birthday! I'm feeling more and more resistant towards interacting on Facebook these days. I still love getting the news of folks' day to day lives (although i fail to know what to share, myself), but i distrust the business. There was another technology to communicate with folks -- smoke signals? no.... telegraph?... E-mail! It's not the same as the hand written letters we exchanged while you were in the Czech republic and i was studying for my quals, but my penmanship has gone south since spending so much time at a keyboard.
I have a peculiarly complete memory of the desk and room i wrote you from, the cool dim light in the narrow little room which was my space in the apartment i shared with the Greek-American woman and her Roman boyfriend. Thinking of writing you letters brings back a flood of sense-complete memories of that space. I tend to spend my mornings now journalling, pseudonymously on the web, tracking irritations to my flaky immune system and giving myself pep talks as i try to manage depression without meds. My spiritual life goes through shifts and turns, but the practice of Friends has been well suited for me. One year was filled with rich meditation with visions of healing as being broken: instead of scabbing and scarring over the wounds, letting the wounds heal in such a way that life and love stream through. I remain slightly uncomfortable with this understanding as i resist the notion that one needs to be wounded: it becomes a fulcrum on which oppressive theologies can be levered. Yet the truth of my experience, of opening those wounds up and letting myself feel more flow, is convincing. Christine and i were talking one day about my discomfort with the entire spectrum of labels: theist, deist, agnostic, atheist. She sees me acting as an experimentalist, testing practice to see how it affects my life.
Today's a Meeting for Business day, one of the practices that is core, and it will be a hot day to sit and be open. I'm off to North Carolina on the 19th, fortunate a work conference takes me to visit family, just as my brother's work had him in town so we could have dinner with him on Friday night.
I hope you are thriving, and do keep sharing the photos of your and A----'s adventures! I do appreciate them.
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I chose not to take the antihistamine last night, forgetting that i hadn't remembered the night before. Between that, and going to bed with wet hair (a common practice for me), i dreamt my hair had thinned, i was bald on the crown of my head, and all these awful sores were weepy and crusty. I was happy to wake to reality: even though i itch, i have been good at not causing such damage.
The extent of the little tiny blisters has grown larger than it was last year: it's the common places: left ankle, both knees, around the base of the thumb/top of wrist, and the most annoying band on the inside of my wedding ring finger. There are a pair spots on my upper back, and then places on my scalp -- although not as fixed as the other locations. At least, i have not tracked them.
I haven't been that hungry lately. While on vacation i started the day with a slice of toasted and buttered gluten free bread made by L. I'd have an egg, my usual breakfast, later in the day (and each day of vacation, i added more to it). Chips or nuts while hiking or out, and then a dinner. Essentially i was skipping a meal. I did that on Friday, and i think i essentially did that yesterday as well. I can't blame the heat while we were up the coast: i was often cold. I suppose there's something to be said about my stress eating.
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Email to MS
Happy belated birthday! I'm feeling more and more resistant towards interacting on Facebook these days. I still love getting the news of folks' day to day lives (although i fail to know what to share, myself), but i distrust the business. There was another technology to communicate with folks -- smoke signals? no.... telegraph?... E-mail! It's not the same as the hand written letters we exchanged while you were in the Czech republic and i was studying for my quals, but my penmanship has gone south since spending so much time at a keyboard.
I have a peculiarly complete memory of the desk and room i wrote you from, the cool dim light in the narrow little room which was my space in the apartment i shared with the Greek-American woman and her Roman boyfriend. Thinking of writing you letters brings back a flood of sense-complete memories of that space. I tend to spend my mornings now journalling, pseudonymously on the web, tracking irritations to my flaky immune system and giving myself pep talks as i try to manage depression without meds. My spiritual life goes through shifts and turns, but the practice of Friends has been well suited for me. One year was filled with rich meditation with visions of healing as being broken: instead of scabbing and scarring over the wounds, letting the wounds heal in such a way that life and love stream through. I remain slightly uncomfortable with this understanding as i resist the notion that one needs to be wounded: it becomes a fulcrum on which oppressive theologies can be levered. Yet the truth of my experience, of opening those wounds up and letting myself feel more flow, is convincing. Christine and i were talking one day about my discomfort with the entire spectrum of labels: theist, deist, agnostic, atheist. She sees me acting as an experimentalist, testing practice to see how it affects my life.
Today's a Meeting for Business day, one of the practices that is core, and it will be a hot day to sit and be open. I'm off to North Carolina on the 19th, fortunate a work conference takes me to visit family, just as my brother's work had him in town so we could have dinner with him on Friday night.
I hope you are thriving, and do keep sharing the photos of your and A----'s adventures! I do appreciate them.
--==∞==--
I chose not to take the antihistamine last night, forgetting that i hadn't remembered the night before. Between that, and going to bed with wet hair (a common practice for me), i dreamt my hair had thinned, i was bald on the crown of my head, and all these awful sores were weepy and crusty. I was happy to wake to reality: even though i itch, i have been good at not causing such damage.
The extent of the little tiny blisters has grown larger than it was last year: it's the common places: left ankle, both knees, around the base of the thumb/top of wrist, and the most annoying band on the inside of my wedding ring finger. There are a pair spots on my upper back, and then places on my scalp -- although not as fixed as the other locations. At least, i have not tracked them.
I haven't been that hungry lately. While on vacation i started the day with a slice of toasted and buttered gluten free bread made by L. I'd have an egg, my usual breakfast, later in the day (and each day of vacation, i added more to it). Chips or nuts while hiking or out, and then a dinner. Essentially i was skipping a meal. I did that on Friday, and i think i essentially did that yesterday as well. I can't blame the heat while we were up the coast: i was often cold. I suppose there's something to be said about my stress eating.