Pottage = Jacob’s Red Stuff, for which Esau tossed away his birthright willy nilly. Odysseus said that men are ruled by their bellies. I am ruled by my mouth, which includes the belly.
I have found/written/composed my personal prayer. This was my writing goal for this week.
My mind to your mind, my heart to your heart, my body to your body.
This prayer is born out of my truest instinct and need. Out of the history and roots of my intellectualism. It is fitting and in line with Dale’s marriage proposal (I want to marry you as soon as it’s feasible). And it is a love making prayer. When I say it I can feel myself stretching out my mind to God’s mind and feel the length of my body pressing against the length of God's body the universe of God. And sometimes I follow it with this--
Three in one. Four in one. All in one.
Thanks to Menacing Hedge for accepting two poems yesterday. This is a fine journal I discovered a couple months ago. The two poems are strange and wild and I love them both. Work went into these two.
Read a long essay for EMF yesterday morning, using my new magnifier. It was a great help, now that I have figured out how to use it. I saw the ophthalmologist last week and I have to wait a couple of years to have my cataracts removed. He said some people just have a really hard time. And there are issues with my tear layer. I put a warm pack on my eyes at night and then scrub my lids with these little towelettes that I didn’t know existed have you heard of “lid scrub”? Anyway, the magnifier was about as good as I think I’m going to be able to find. It has a cord for my neck which helps a lot. And I’m sure looks ridiculous.
I also wrote an essay in response to the essay I read for EFM. I have been writing a lot, more than I think I realize. This is because the days fold up and nest into each other and I don’t know what’s up and where is down certainly not what day it is. And the mood the wave I’m riding. I’ll think today is Tuesday what did I do Friday I have no idea what about Saturday I can’t remember did I go to church Sunday oh yes I cried I remember. Did I write yesterday? Yes. Did I write the day before? I’m not sure. I know that I wrote an essay on Thursday and finished it on Friday afternoon. And I know that I wrote an essay either Saturday or Sunday. And I keep dickering with the collection.
But a lot of writing in any case.
There was a promise of snow and ice and then a withdrawal of the promise of snow and ice and it rained a long time last night and it’s cold so cold but the roads are clear and even though I don’t work now and I don’t go to school I am still disappointed that it hasn’t snowed. This is how it is in Chattanooga. We don’t get a lot of snow and when we do get a promise of snow all the bread and milk disappears and we all talk talk will or will not won’t won’t it please. So far this year, no snow at all. It is a good thing for my daddy’s heifer due to deliver any day now. But it is going to be bitterly cold for us. Which means it will get below ten degrees one night and not get out of the twenties the next day.
It is very true that people spend a great deal of time talking about the weather. Constantly. It is the thing that affects our lives every single day. It is the canvas on which we live.
As you were--