C.B. Potts's Blog, page 46

Wednesday Morning

Why is it so difficult for you to give me what I want? Do I ask so much? Is it really so great a burden, these glimpses, these moments, the glory of the truth behind?

The voyeur's lament, you know. Too well, perhaps, by half. And that is this; there is no amount of watching, no observing, no eyes fixed upon the flicker of a blue screen no surreptitious surveillance, that will give you understanding, insight, engagement.  You can not see common ground, you know, until you are willing to put you...

Monday Morning: Here We Go

Anything is easy, once you know how to do it.

It has been a productive morning, thus far. One of my favorite things to do in the world is rough out a book; capturing what the main thrust of a book should be, and what would make it valuable for readers and enjoyable to read - finding the first few notes of what the song of the book is going to be. Conventional wisdom says beginnings are delicate times, but I don't think so: this is the time to put on your muck boots and wrestle around with the ...

Friday Morning

The ladder can develop way ahead of the self's willingness to climb it. Technically, we say cognitive development is necessary but not sufficient for moral development.

I said, a while ago, and I've mostly succeeded at it, that I was going to stop bemoaning my lack of an education. I'll tell you what, though. I'm feeling it pretty significantly whilst reading WIlber's A Brief History of Everything.  Education does more than give you the ability to read; it allows you to read critically, so you...

Thursday Morning

You're sweet.  And you're young.  Neither are traits I hold in high regard.

Let us begin then with the intimacies. It's funny, isn't it, how after time the things that turn out to matter most are all the things that don't matter at all.  The ordinary things, the everyday miracles, the things we don't see, even though they're right before our eyes?

There was a wasp this morning, a baby one, crawling up the inside of the glass on the porch door.  Tiny looking, fragile, fresh born slow: he crunche...

Wednesday Morning

The inevitable consequence of a life well regimented is the solid knowledge that some orders can not be obeyed.

Bold birds, dragonflies, fairies and angels. They all share the same origin, you know. Made of star stuff the way we were, but then.  But then.  Then they had no wings. And it happened one day that they were taken up, all together, every one, and other beings both like them and wholly different, in the hands of creation.

Against the starry backdrop of infinite possibility, above the e...

Tuesday Morning

You wanted an answer to your question? This is the one I have this morning.  You don't like it, you come back tomorrow.

Tell me of the places, of the places that you go, when you're not here. Tell me of your country, your people, your time. I would see these places, know them well, find them as familiar as your eyes, your smile. For one day you're going, and you will not return. All that will be left to me is the choice to follow the footprints you leave behind.

Her eyes clear, cataract clouds ...

Monday Morning

And Yeshua said to them, "There is no Prophet who is despised except in his city and among his kindred and in his house."

Monday morning rise and shine indeed! I am in a spectacular mood; at 4:30 am my mind was busily composing an article on the to-do list, and so, rather than laying there and thinking it through, I decided just to get up and write. Two hours later, I've 6 pieces done off the to-do list, and that is a Very Good Place Indeed to be this early on a Monday morning.

This week, I've ...

Thursday Morning

It has been a strange morning; I've been productive, and not even especially slow about it, yet I look at what's been done, and I see a million things more to do. It was snowing tremendously this morning. I've had news that a friend's father has died; things don't have to be unexpected to be sad.

I saw a clip for a movie where Meryl Streep plays Margaret Thatcher; I'm eager to see it, and I don't normally watch movies. My MiL lent me the updated Stepford Wives over a month ago; I've yet to eve...

Wednesday Morning

I have toasted some bread, spread butter on it, and added a little bit of honey. Flavors of my childhood; I think of my Father when I eat these. He's been on my mind a lot, actually, albeit not in any realistic form. Who knows the man he would be now, twenty five years on, had he lived?

Everything you think you know, those things you hold to be true, the definitions that delineate reality: they are no more fixed than the stars in heaven.  With enough time, you find that it's all moved, shifted...

Tuesday Morning Quarterbacking

It's the most wonderful day of the year - the day that the children return to school after a long break! I am sure Harmony was ready - she was out of bed and dressed by the time I woke up (this never, ever happens.) Nadia was ready to go too. It's brutally cold - the coldest day of the year, I'd bet - and now that Tim and I have run around and done some errands, I'm about to settle in for a long afternoon's writing.

I'm perfectly dressed for the occasion: comfy jeans, a gray thermal top, Chris...