The brave

What a wonderful new concept, word, idea.

Much nicer than the word I have been meaning to look for, which means "to kill oneself with work" - Karōshi.

Then there is Wabi Sabi. Nothing lasts, nothing is finished, and nothing is perfect. Wiki: "If an object or expression can bring about, within us, a sense of serene melancholy and a spiritual longing, then that object could be said to be wabi-sabi."  

And so we repair the past with gold, we practice kintsukuroi on our memories, accepting the fact that nothing will ever be perfect but that is no reason for not honouring our experience, through writing-singing-painting-dancing, to avoid Karoshi and  create Wabi-Sabi.

I hope Scotland doesn't vote in favour of independence.

The hole story

The blog is dead, long live the blog!

The impetus to publish here has evidently trickled to a stop. The question now is what to do with what  has gone before.

I was thinking about how to "bury" the blog when the old well in the garden came to mind. A convenient whole for the story? I wonder...

Shock of cold

Instead of drifting by my window in red and gold, these leaves all fell off at once, green, as if stunned by the cold.

Physallis - Chrysalis

et Wabi

Sabi

The lantern at this stage looks as if it is made of leaf. 

This is a picture of Billy about to play in his death metal band. I wonder if he realises he looks like a coalminer. At play, he looks like his grandfather at work.

"We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time."

T. S. Eliot

Acres - âpre

I was watching a British film dubbed in French when the main actress was talking about vast areas of land and said "âcres". It sounded very wrong. Why didn't they use "hectares"?

Acres sounded like âcre = pungent or bitter, reminding me of âpre, which can also mean bitter.

I don't want my blog to disappear, but I feel incapable of anything but a token post from time to time to remind myself it's there. I think of it affectionately, especially the fact that it will all someday just disappear into thin air. So will all the notebooks I filled before the computer took over, but because they have a physical presence, they seem somehow less ephemeral. Someone will have to physically destroy them. No need for that with the blog.