There has been so much happening and I have been trying to put it all down. I sit in front of the computer and watch the blinking cursor and the empty screen and the words refuse to form. I open my journal ,pen in hand , stare into space and pray something comes.And nothing does.
It was a sad weekend with Whitney Houston's death. The soundtrack to some of the happiest times in my life contains nearly all her early songs and her remarkable voice. And with her death a silence has descended in some part of that life. But that cannot be, can it? The songs live on - and with them the memories.
It was a happy weekend with Adele winning the Grammys. This other diva with her songs of sadness is a near perfect soundtrack to these past couple of years.
I also had a visit from a remarkable man who has changed my life for better or for worse- sometimes I can't seem to decide.He always leaves me dissatisfied with myself. It was wonderful seeing him after three long years. It also brought to mind more starkly than ever how time passes and the traces it leaves of its passing. But it also brought news of possibilities for the future.
There seem to be so many things that I want to say and I can't seem to say any of them. My 'chronic dissatisfaction' seems to be at a peak. I have immersed myself in Paul Theroux's travelogue Ghost Train To The Eastern Star. Apparently immersing myself in another person's restlessness provides some relief. I'm new to Theroux's writing and find that I love his razor sharp observations and general 'curmudegeonness'.
Signing off -always hoping for the remarkable...
It was a sad weekend with Whitney Houston's death. The soundtrack to some of the happiest times in my life contains nearly all her early songs and her remarkable voice. And with her death a silence has descended in some part of that life. But that cannot be, can it? The songs live on - and with them the memories.
It was a happy weekend with Adele winning the Grammys. This other diva with her songs of sadness is a near perfect soundtrack to these past couple of years.
I also had a visit from a remarkable man who has changed my life for better or for worse- sometimes I can't seem to decide.He always leaves me dissatisfied with myself. It was wonderful seeing him after three long years. It also brought to mind more starkly than ever how time passes and the traces it leaves of its passing. But it also brought news of possibilities for the future.
There seem to be so many things that I want to say and I can't seem to say any of them. My 'chronic dissatisfaction' seems to be at a peak. I have immersed myself in Paul Theroux's travelogue Ghost Train To The Eastern Star. Apparently immersing myself in another person's restlessness provides some relief. I'm new to Theroux's writing and find that I love his razor sharp observations and general 'curmudegeonness'.
Signing off -always hoping for the remarkable...
