so i woke up in the middle of the night and deleted yesterday's post. stayed up quite a while thinking. i miss staying up during the night in these cold months…it's not all that comfortable but i sometimes need the darkness and the silence of the world.
and i went back to sleep for a while, waking to find self pretty much just as conflicted. What is a real and useful response to this world Out There? What is worth writing here? Stuff is not pretty and lovely. Is it being complicit by not mentioning things? By staying with the NICE?
and i googled the word complicit and the example given for use of the word was:
"Chokehold victim complicit in his own death by being overweight, in poor health and a nuisance…"
a couple of the pics from yesterday.
EVENING NOW, barely and it's so so dark……………
So i thought about it all and really, this blog is like another room of my house. I live here too. So it's just how it is. Sometimes there is grief. Wendy of Grace and Mending emailed because of the disappeared post and said she had read …..despair…before it disappeared and i thought yes. Despair. yes. that is the correct word.
The reason i deleted it in the middle of the night is really, that i didn't say all that there was to say. As usual, i wanted to be lazy about it and in this particular case, that won't do. It is not enough. So until i'm ready to speak about how it feels to me in a way that honors the grief, the despair, i will just sit with it. Like Milarepa, invite the deamons to tea.
very early this morning
a wierd tweaking because it is so dark in the Room at not even 5 oclock tonight…you couldn't see…that i am filling in the kantha, beginning at the bottom.




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