Hugs back 💖💖💖 your wondrous drawing kept me company while I podcasted the other day. And I’m re-reading your doodle edit of All The Happy Endings and feeling so lovely. I’m so grateful for our friendship 🥰
I remember the mice in THGTTG TV series - the first one - musing over the possible questions for which 42 might provide an answer, such as "How many roads must a man walk down..?"
- And the realisation that, in the narrative, Earth was a giant experiment in question-finding.
That appeals deeply to the philosopher in me.
Twice I have had a look at a series on a progressive form of theology called "Living the Questions". Even if you took all the religion out of the context, that heading would work: we are, in many ways, living the questions, working our way through the swirling uncertainty.
Some writers suggest that generally, humans get better at dealing with the existence of uncertainty as they age, but that some always will grasp for things to be certain about; a mindset easy to manipulate by religious and political spin-doctors.
I do think it helps me to have some sort of trust in goodness. At certain difficult times in my life, that has been something to hold on to.
- But then: some things you really want to be as sure as possible about, like: Are my loved ones safe? - But you have to work with not being sure.
This brings me to the acknowledgement that I have a few little magic thought rituals myself. I don't have full OCD, but a few mental tricks help to deal with ruminating on safety as people leave, and allow me (mostly) to let it go. I'm going to guess that this is not at all uncommon.
Partly in honour of Douglas Adams and partly becasue of practicality, usually we have a towel somewhere in the car. - And yesterday, which was Day 42 for us, I got caught out by some cool weather while out, and that towel kept me warm. - Along with the warmth of friendship.
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42: Our life of questions (and maybe of finding a little bit of goodness, and trusting in it).
Thanks so much for your sharing today, Wake. Sending hugs (if you feel like them today), and appreciation.
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Lost and Found (a true story, in need of editing to fit in a tiny book)
A friend recommended a book.
I thought it sounded lovely, so put it on hold through the library network.
My brain thought the title sounded familiar, and eventually I realised that:
I had bought this book for my partner, last year.
- But he had misplaced it, temporarily, so I kept my library hold.
The book became available and I collected it. At about the same time, my partner's book was found, as I had been fairly confident it would be.
thank you for this, as always. sending love and planning lists with 42 whimsical things to share. hugs.
Hugs back 💖💖💖 your wondrous drawing kept me company while I podcasted the other day. And I’m re-reading your doodle edit of All The Happy Endings and feeling so lovely. I’m so grateful for our friendship 🥰
Happy 42nd day of the year!
Ah! Thank you! 🥹💖🥹
(Your wishing me a happy 42nd day of the year makes my heart so happy 💖🫶💖. I so appreciate you Amy)
What a great book series!
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I remember the mice in THGTTG TV series - the first one - musing over the possible questions for which 42 might provide an answer, such as "How many roads must a man walk down..?"
- And the realisation that, in the narrative, Earth was a giant experiment in question-finding.
That appeals deeply to the philosopher in me.
Twice I have had a look at a series on a progressive form of theology called "Living the Questions". Even if you took all the religion out of the context, that heading would work: we are, in many ways, living the questions, working our way through the swirling uncertainty.
Some writers suggest that generally, humans get better at dealing with the existence of uncertainty as they age, but that some always will grasp for things to be certain about; a mindset easy to manipulate by religious and political spin-doctors.
I do think it helps me to have some sort of trust in goodness. At certain difficult times in my life, that has been something to hold on to.
- But then: some things you really want to be as sure as possible about, like: Are my loved ones safe? - But you have to work with not being sure.
This brings me to the acknowledgement that I have a few little magic thought rituals myself. I don't have full OCD, but a few mental tricks help to deal with ruminating on safety as people leave, and allow me (mostly) to let it go. I'm going to guess that this is not at all uncommon.
Partly in honour of Douglas Adams and partly becasue of practicality, usually we have a towel somewhere in the car. - And yesterday, which was Day 42 for us, I got caught out by some cool weather while out, and that towel kept me warm. - Along with the warmth of friendship.
💕💕
42: Our life of questions (and maybe of finding a little bit of goodness, and trusting in it).
Thanks so much for your sharing today, Wake. Sending hugs (if you feel like them today), and appreciation.
~~~~
Lost and Found (a true story, in need of editing to fit in a tiny book)
A friend recommended a book.
I thought it sounded lovely, so put it on hold through the library network.
My brain thought the title sounded familiar, and eventually I realised that:
I had bought this book for my partner, last year.
- But he had misplaced it, temporarily, so I kept my library hold.
The book became available and I collected it. At about the same time, my partner's book was found, as I had been fairly confident it would be.
Now we have two copies, just for a while,
One on each side of the bed.
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HEATHER (I wish there was a gentler font for my all caps appreciation of you)
Thank you.
I was having a moment, just now, and all the words you wrote soothed my brain capsule.
And the lost and found story gave me such good shivers.
Thank you. Your hugs are always and absolutely wondrously welcome here.
I didn’t mean to reply at 8:42!
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