Untechnical Undifficulties

I suppose I should have declared a hiatus to Metaphor's posts, perhaps a couple of weeks ago. This is a good time of year to take a break, embrace the good darkness of long winter nights, and cower in comfy places with those we love. Instead of admitting my indolence and distraction, I've been posting videos. But they're good ones.

I started one long post recently, about how easy it is to get blue at Christmastime. I hear that some are even driven to do themselves harm, which makes us sad.

So many memories of loved ones passed into paradise, and the consolation of lost pets, and carefree holidays of youth. I started writing this, but it was all too grim, ethereal. … Basta.

The untechnical undifficulty which persists is that our Christmas rolls on. I'll be back in the stream in a couple of days.

Until then, I leave you to ponder whether you got what you needed from Christmas. (I don't mean whether you got what you wanted.)

Guard well within yourself that treasure, kindness. Know how to give without hesitation, how to lose without regret, how to acquire without meanness.
– George Sand

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  1. I have learned not to ascribe special meaning to days that have the potential to do me harm. It's just another day, I tell myself.Most of the time it is true. But sometimes the blue gets in and becomes a primary color for a poem or song. In this way the weather moves through, rains a little, and passes. I cannot shut the sky, but I can remind myself that it is not some dark entity that has set its sightless umbrage upon me.Memories are the hardest part of living. Good and bad. Slowly it comes to us that they are as precious as they are lethal. Yet, they give the richness and texture to life that without them would make it seem flat and meaningless.I started writing a poem after reading this quote: "Being a poet sometimes puts you at the mercy of life; and life is not always merciful." ~James WrightI began it in mid-December and have let it soak since at about what feels like about 75% completed. Such is the quality of life's mercy. LOLSavor the days, dark or light;But go not too gentle into that quiet night. 😉

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