winterreise 2011

they're calling this winter [here in nj] one of the snowiest on record---or at least in the top 10. i don't have to tell you---your back feels it, as does mine, from shoveling human habitrail paths through its slushy bulk....

cue 'gute nacht' from schubert's 'winterreise'

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

so many complain even after their backs stop hurting...i secretly love when heavy weather comes blowing in to cause its mischief...i think people complain because they think, without realizing it, that every day should be tropically sunny and warm and they should be running around out in it, which, of course would set you up for misery---when every day seems to go out of its way to especially thwart your expectations! my secret love is that i get to justify staying in and being introverted....i also guiltily love watching the frustrations of the aforementioned people and the breaking of our rational technologies [like snowblowers] and the just-as-rational political systems which try to coordinate by great effort the removal of the snow which so effortlessly blew in.

embrace the ice queen....it's just mother nature being herself....

a new blonde

just when i've been wondering whether i should ever play guitar again and perhaps switch to another instrument....just when my real life human blonde dumps me, in steps the soul with its work in wonderous ways to reveal a younger, leaner, more understanding blonde ;-)

now, if i can learn how to play and make music with this one...a big 'if'...but if i can rise to this occasion, i have the feeling that much else will fall into place...what i'm referring to is that, after reading a couple of books of archetypal psychology, i've come to the conclusion that my daimon [to use their word for 'guiding spirit'] wards off relationships because it has to do something else first through me and i think that this is it---to mold the materials of my psyche into....SOMETHING....i have to manifest something first...until then, i'm in the holding pen...

and my psyche puts up a hell of a fight! just ask the ex's...piling up high like the fresh kills landfill...