So, I just got back from visiting my mom. She’s fighting a bout of throat cancer. Not a pleasant thing, but she stands in very good stead, if she keeps to her treatment and gets good rest. For those of you who know and have been keeping her in your thoughts and prayers–keep it up!! 🙂
And really, the most profound thank you to you all. Hearing that she is being thought of and prayed for really moved her and made her feel better.
I’ve always felt pretty much immortal, although intellectually I’ve known that was an illusion… and frankly I’ve always been a bit fey as well, aware of the passage of time, and sometimes been frustrated by it. This is one of those things that brings it home; hence this blog’s subtitle, “Fight Hard. Love Often.” It’s sort of a take off of the earlier “Touch-twice life.” quote from Heinlein.
Fight, as in apply energy to the things you love, as in Ueshiba Morihei’s “martial ardor.” Even if sometimes “fighting” means doing “nothing:”
When you throw a rock into the water,
it will speed on the fastest course to the bottom of the water. This
is how it is when Siddhartha has a goal, a resolution. Siddhartha does
nothing, he waits, he thinks, he fasts, but he passes through the things
of the world like a rock through water, without doing anything, without
stirring; he is drawn, he lets himself fall. His goal attracts him,
because he doesn’t let anything enter his soul which might oppose the
goal. This is what Siddhartha has learned among the Samanas. This is
what fools call magic and of which they think it would be effected by
means of the daemons. Nothing is effected by daemons, there are no
daemons. Everyone can perform magic, everyone can reach his goals, if
he is able to think, if he is able to wait, if he is able to fast. — Siddartha, Herman Hesse
And, of course, Love Often. Because there’s never enough time. Ever.