Good Grief 85

I would be sorry beyond words to see blip go under.
Although I barely feel part of the world of the living much of the time this is a place where I feel some sense that life is incubating for me.
It helps me to connect in innumerable ways with the world, with others, with myself, with many forms of creativity, information, exploration, imagination, it is a place of company, safety, wonder, curiosity ... a rich seam of humanity in the moment ... and occasionally I can even feel hopeful.

I had many other thoughts today but it's hard keeping up with them and I had another hideous dream about dad. It makes me angry, I wish I dreamt about my husband or my partner, that would be much more comforting. Do we only tend to dream about what disturbs us, or are they just the ones that we tend to remember or that jar us into consciousness?

Day later: some of my thoughts from yesterday have re-surfaced which is ironic because part of what I was musing on was 'recursion'. It's not a word I am confident with and so I checked it out a bit more. That's another of the things I love about blip ... it helps me think and generates though avenues and processes.

As I thought about it I went off on lots of tangents, confusions and  surfed a bit of meta thinking, which I guess is also recursive. I thought that it is what I often think of as 'distillations', just when I think I've 'got it' or understood, it is reminiscent of this blip here, and here.  I realise there is another layer of 'getting it' and then yet another, and so on ... and then I smile a little and think 'ah, we never really get it ... we just keep on trying to understand more fully, come more fully into awareness ' (whatever that really means and I'm not heading down that one today!).

Right, that was one little avenue of thought ... the other relates to the blip itself ...
I was struck by this image because although the tree here is ostensibly dead, deceased ... etc.etc. I realised it was still standing in the landscape, still a part of it, still looking on, it still has a part to play.  It will be the home to allsorts of insect and birdlife, it will decay and feed the world around it. It may feel dead  on one level but is, in fact, full of life.
A lesson for the emotional thinker in the room .... oh, what a surprise, I seem to be the only one here ....