Reminders

I had a few guests over yesterday night. We made pizza with dough I made the night before. And some cake my roommate made.

But something struck me when I was cleaning up.

Why is it, that the social behaviours I find superficial in others, come out of my own shell when I interact some people? Things like not knowing when to stop when it comes to being a wiseass jerk, trying to drum up some laughter, fishing out of the same well over and over again.

Maybe that’s what SOs are for. At least good ones. To remind you once in a while that you’re being out-of-line.

But of course it shouldn’t be a one-way street. Reminding each other of strengths should happen too. Let those around you bask a little, you know.

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I think I learned something quite insightful yesterday. (Gee, sometimes I just wish I had someone guide me through this kind of stuff… or maybe it’s stickier when I discover it on my own.) One can’t compare new RIs to those who peacefully parted away. Of course it’s going seem worse. Just give them a chance! Playing the game is a risk. You’re going to get hurt! No pain no gain!

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Okay, enough clichés.

Back to drowning… er…trinken.

Refuges in Life

“Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.”

I think it was two years ago when I first read this Maya Angelou quote. During that time, I was a serious musician and I made a mental note to read her writing.

Fast forward a few years, I finally borrowed and read I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings. I wouldn’t say it was a life-changing experience; but I also can’t say that it didn’t move me. It connected to me on several levels – detachment from home, companionship, loneliness, maternal love, Christianity, and so on.

Inspired by her quote and her writing, I thought it would be a good exercise to put some of my thoughts into digital ink. Like many of you, I am not immune to the stresses in life. Writing is a refuge for me.

But not the only one.

But still.