I’d forgotten how great Twin Peaks was until Emmanuel brought it over the other night when I was delirious with fever. Hadn’t watched it since it was on TV twenty years ago, and Eric had never seen it. It is making life better, watching this show again. It helped me be kind to the checkout girl at the local supermarket, even though I’d vowed that I was fed up trying to be nice and getting rebuffed.
“I pride myself in taking a punch and will gladly take another because I choose to live my life in the company of Ghandi and King. My concerns are global. I reject, absolutely, revenge, aggression, and retaliation. The foundation of such a method, is love.” In the words of Albert Rosenfield.
There sure are a lot of logs around here and I’m appreciating each and every one. Part of my new esprit comes from our quest to get up every morning and go for a walk, to try to get healthy for touring next month. Amazingly, the sun seems to be out from 8 – 10 AM, before the grey sets in, so if we rush out there first thing we actually get to see it.
My energy even extends to getting my tax return together way earlier than usual. I finally feel like I’m coming out of the darkness from that audit last year. Not to say things aren’t still in a state of total confusion, it’s just I’m not feeling as beaten down as I was.
Wish I could do better with my writing here, but I don’t want to stop – for right now I’m putting the occasional update and hope you’ll bear with me until I can concentrate again. Blame it on the wood smoke.