“Thou shalt write each and every day. The profound and the mundane, thou shalt write of it.”
And it was evening, and it was morning. The first day.
A quickly passing squall left the stoop to damp to sit in this morning, so I sit in my cozy but messy studio to sip coffee and consider the world through my PC monitor. I think we have flogged Harvey Weinstein sufficiently, but I doubt that our ever-vigilant press is done with him.
The Kurds are showing unusual strength in dealing with independence. Even Iran fears them. I can’t help but think it is because they do support Israel, though I do think their zeal is more politically driven than ideological. Still, Israel is the place to look when fighting a war when you are surrounded by the enemy.
So I turn from world events back to my usual self-absorbed musings. Soon Snooks will be wondering where her brunch is, and I am still in PJ’s. Enya plays in the background, mostly for Kippur da Budgie’s benefit. She needs noise, and I desire silence. Enya is soft enough that I can bear the intrusion into the cottony softness of my morning reverie.
I have gone back to the beginnings in my cerebral life. The beginnings of faith. The beginnings of Scripture. I want to hear once again that voice that quickened me those many long years ago. Knowledge is wonderful stuff, but experience is what secures truth.
So I thumb my nose at Saint Paul. I’ll return to a milk diet and a time when God moved mightily within me and demons ran from me. Of course, there were people who didn’t see the fire in me, just the obnoxiousness, but I have acquired a few manners since them.
Maybe after I am on this milk run awhile I will return to the Sod (סוֹד), the deep, the esoteric. But I am weary of digging for treasures. An old pragmatic sage I once knew used to say that if a mystical thought can’t get you to work on Monday morning, it is idle speculation and not contemplation. Well, you would have had to know him and been there.
And I have run out of time. I can stall no more. Time to mix up some waffle batter and drop it in the waffle iron.