Here is a brilliant talk by writer Elizabeth Gilbert, at TED.
I found it here.
Author Archives: Kyle Kimberlin
No Exits
“My heart only has entrances. It doesn’t have exits. Whoever enters remains there. Whatever he may do, I love him the same as I loved him when he first entered into my heart. I pray for him and seek his salvation.” [Link]
I was just thinking about this the other day: that sometimes it seems love turns out to be temporary, and it has always seemed so strange to me. This was written by an Orthodox monastic elder, and has a Christian context, but my own consideration of it is more pedestrian. How is it that friends drift apart, that intense romantic relationship break up? Even marriages end, after years. How does the heart go cold?
Maybe it’s our misbegotten tendency to judge others, not just harshly but at all. Maybe we expect other people to make us happy, the way we expect our toys and money and food to make us happy, instead of vesting our happiness in the only place where it has hope to live.
surprise!
I know, I haven’t been blogging much lately. It’s the time of year. I’m cocooning ruminating. Plus I’m trying to work on the novel when I have time. Plus I posted a poem the other day which met with unmitigated indifference, and that’s cool: maybe you guys are cocooning ruminating too, huh?
Here, you can haz surprised kitteh. No charges.
that’s a stretch
Just because I couldn’t think of a good reason not to.
new poem
A new poem by yours truly has been posted at Gold Coast Writers. It’s about animals and light.
how about a joke?
A precious little girl walks into a pet shop and asks, in the sweetest little lisp, between two missing teeth, “Excuthe me, mithter, do you keep widdle wabbits?”
As the shopkeeper’s heart melts, he gets down on his knees so that he’s on her level and asks, “Do you want a widdle white wabbit, or a thoft and fuwwy, bwack wabbit, or maybe one like that cute widdle bwown wabbit over there?”
She,in turn, blushes, rocks on her heels, puts her hands on her knees, leans forward and says, in a tiny quiet voice…
“I don’t think my python weally gives a thit.”
a moment
I just want to take a moment and solemnly fail to remember the idea for a poem which surfaced and drifted away yesterday, while I was exercising at the gym. I went in there with a bottle of water and my iPod, so when the idea appeared I had no way to record it. Whatever it was, and I think it was something nice, it’s gone. What a drag.
Here’s a flower.
funny, they don’t look elfish
“Santa’s workshop has nothing on Valle Verde residents in terms of productivity.
Members of the Santa Barbara retirement community have been working all year to create hundreds of handmade toys and clothing items for children, which they donated to Unity Shoppe last week.” [Noozhawk.com]
You just gotta love people like this. They keep other people’s children in their hearts, all year long.
where is sacred?
The words, “sacred spaces” have been bubbling around in my brain for several days, like a snippet of a song I can’t quite remember. I think it started while I was listening to music. Maybe it’s the title of a piece of instrumental music. Doesn’t matter. I’ve been thinking about the spaces that have served the sacred in me.
This shouldn’t be confused with sacred places, like a church. I’m thinking of something more personal, subjective, and intimate than that. Otherwise, what I’m thinking about would exclude those of us not given to the practices of priest or acolyte. Even if you are not religious, I maintain that your experience includes time abiding in spaces that are sacred to your soul.
I’m mulling it over, and a certain lost kitchen keeps appearing in my mind, with a soft light, people now with God, and hopefully there will be smells of cooking. You can mull it over too, if you want, and see what comes up for you.
Namaste.
the car of the future
This is the coolest thing I’ve seen in a long time. If there wasn’t just one in the world, and if I had about $8M sitting around, I’d have to order one tonight.
Zoom Your Word
From Kyle’s Tips for Geeks, here’s a shortcut to zoom in and out in MS Word.
If you have a mouse with a wheel. press and hold the CTRL key and roll the wheel up to zoom in. Roll the wheel down to zoom out.
Don’t say ya never learned nuthin’ on Metaphor.
committment
Here’s a fine post at Daring to Write, about making the committment to write, and all the cop-outs we try to take along the way. Thanks, Wenda.
Metaphor 