....It has taken me a good, long while to muster up the courage to post something that hopefully provides a little bit of insight into my pea-brain thoughts on all things existential....
Humans, being the meaning-making machines we are, like to validate our existence by pointing to our altruistic efforts. Now that my career has been sidelined due to auto-immune disease, I am carving out new purposes for living....new avenues for extracting every drop of value in order to convince myself that this day mattered.
I contemplated posting my thinking on a free support group website, but the truth of the situation is -- I am not seeking help or solution to a problem; rather, an outlet to jot down my thoughts....
So, this post isn't going anywhere, and I need to put the clothes in the dryer. On this third day of July in the Year of Our Gaia, 2018, I profess and announce to the world that I AM.
-Holly
Hi, Holly
The Work
The Work cries for beginning!
But I must not work,
I have other deeds to accomplish.
The Work cries for beginning!
But I have children to feed,
books to read, castles to build.
The Work cries for beginning!
But dishes lie in lukewarm water,
the pan’s grease congeals.
The Work cries for beginning!
But laundry lies in baskets,
clean, rumpled and warm.
The Work cries for beginning!
But the cat yowls for food,
and I answer “just one minute”.
The Work cries for beginning!
And despite all necessity,
here I sit . . .
Working.
This is a good place to let it all out. I've posted lots of "confessional" pieces about my life, and the responses have been positive. So talk to us.