Life on the Micro-Level...
I feel morally obligated by my conscience to get the word out in case any of you know anyone with herniated disc or degenerative disc pain and who is desparate enough to spend some money. About 7 years ago, a small tiny wee little girl gave me a hefty throw in aikido practice. Unfortunately, I was yet skillful enough to know how to deftly land my body and I did something ugly to my back. About 4 years later I reinjured the same area on the shores of Kujukuri Beach doing martial rolls in the sand (Yeah, I know. I should have learned my lesson the first time around). But NOW!! Let's just say that I feel about 10 years younger after 7 treatments on this new fancy-shmancy computerized RACK and my chronic pain is down to a steady 2-3 after holding for years at 6-7 on a scale of 1-10. My job here is done. I will move on...
Life on the Macro-Level...
(from Kazantzakis's book, Report to Greco)
"In Greece, as everywhere, once realism begins to reign, civilization declines. Thus we arrive at the realistic, magniloquent, and faithless Hellenistic era, which was devoid of suprapersonal ideals. From chaos to the Parthenon, then from the Parthenon back to chaos--the great merciless rhythm. Emotions and passions run wild. The free individual loses his powers of discipline; the bridle which maintained instinct in strict balance flies from his hands. Passion, emotionality, realism...A mystical, melancholy yearning suffuses the faces. The fearful mythological visions become merely decorative. Aphrodite undrapes herself like an ordinary woman, Zeus acquires roguishness and elegance, and Heracles regresses to a brute. Belief in the fatherland is lost; individual self-sufficiency triumphs. On the stage the protangonist is no longer God or the idealized youth, he is the wealthy citizen with his lascivious pleasures and passions--a materialist, skeptic, and libertine. Talent had already replaced genius; now good taste replaces talent. Art becomes filled with children, coquettish women, realitistic scenes, and men either brutal or intellectual."
Life in the Middle...
Often frantic, but manageable. Sometimes fearful, but stronger. Blissful, but long distance! Expensive, but creative. Surprising, yet still similar.
I'm becoming a bit less clueless than Sheryl Crow as I'm no longer '...a stranger in my own life...' Everyday is a Winding Road
