Thursday Oct 18th

Thursday Oct 18^th

I heard myself say-

I have a lot of self-control when I want to.

 

Then I laughed.

But I do pride myself in being able to commit to something difficult when I put my mind to it.

It’s Thursday and on Thursdays we deliver meals to a handful of those

who need it .

We saw Joseph who loves baseball and Nancy who always comes to the door

with a brightly colored shower cap on and red lipstick a bit outside the lines of her lips.  There’s Robert battling cancer and Patricia whose eyesight has just about failed.  And Nikki who says each time we see her—“Is it Thursday again already? Why I just can’t believe it! ”.  We hope all enjoyed the spaghetti and jello salad.

The clouds are high in the sky.  Winter is coming. 

I had a sense today of how very, very short life is.

As if every interaction adds a plus or minus to the universe.

As if we, as individuals, control whether we add to or take away, whether we grow or deplete.

Today, I threw my hat in on the contribute side of the universe, because

as Nikki says--

it’s Thursday again already.

For Tuesday

For Tuesday

This is a poem for Tuesday.

whom I forgot until today.

How could I forget Tuesday?

It’s the day we put the garbage out.

The day I hit bottom with nothing to do.

I think it was the day I felt totally use-less and wanted to go to sleep?

But I did grocery shop and spent $90.  Bravo Tuesday!

I did manage to get dressed and go see a friend. Another Bravo for Tuesday!

I did my civic duty and watched the presidential debates (almost unbearable).

How come no one asked the hard questions—the ones that weren’t being answered?

I wanted to be in the audience-- demanding-- 

That would have made me remember Tuesday.

But now is better than never in this case.  

Although I know I always have Tuesday next week.

At the Intersection of Jan to Feb 2011

it's the last day of January.
I am just starting this blog.  At the intersection of months.  Perfect.


I have always found myself drawn to the space at the intersections of things.  Places where different people, ideas, institutions and objects come together; sometimes gently bumping into each other, other times with a hard jolt.  I grew up in the middle of the intersection of 5 kids, so intersections feel familiar.   I find the space where things intersect to be very alive and full of potential & possibility. 


Last day of January presents an intersection;  an ending and a beginning, where one month passes the baton to the next. Day's of the week continue on and most of us don't notice much of anything.  I wonder--  Do all intersections hold a beginning and an end?   What is ending as January passes into February in my life? What is beginning?


[and -- how is an intersection different from an interruption?  The answer that comes to me: interruptions stops things while intersections helps things keep moving.]


How does how I hold the meaning of the word bear any resemblance to what the dictionary says it means?


Intersection to cut or divide by passing through or across, to have one or more points in common, to cut through, sever
Intersect  1610s, from L. intersectus , pp. of intersecare  "intersect, cutasunder," from inter-  "between" + secare  "to cut" (see section)


If I stick with the original (1610)  meaning of intersection, I am left with 'between cuts'.  


I can roll with that.


In this I hear intersections are what's between one thing and all it's related to.  And while later definition say it is 'to cut or divide by passing through'... I choose to see intersections as the place that brings things together; where potential can enter and move something, anything, to a better place.