Wednesday, July 22, 2009
The Sun Has Been Eaten
I have a bit of a soft spot for sports cliches, you know, those sort of things that hang in the locker rooms of losing teams to inspire them to victory -- Winners never quit and quitters never win, that sort of thing, the more corndog the better. But what people don't like talking about as much are the dark times, the tough stories that don't have a happy easy ending about the time we spend waiting for our transformations. I've always liked the Ray Carver line about how it's possible to both bend and break -- challenging our bullshit belief that if we can be flexible enough, all of life's experiences can be survived and rendered valuable. But sometimes suffering rules the day. Not everything can be overcome.
Even so, I try to welcome the dark despite being afraid of it for many years. For a long time, I couldn't sleep until the sun started to rise. I read somewhere that people fear the solar eclipse because they believe the sun is being eaten by a malevolent goddess. But I've never had much use for the sun. When it goes away, your eyes begin to adjust to the night and see how much life there is when no one is looking.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"I once had a friend who had a tattoo on his neck that said, Trust No One. That's a good thing to remember." Tanya from Hung in her video series, Diary of a Pimp (Still loving this show very much!)
Drinking suggestion: Peach nectar, champagne, Miles Davis
Benedictions and Maledictions