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"When you open your mind and hands and heart to the knowing of a thing, there is no room in you for fear"
--Patricia McKillip, The Riddle-Master of Hed |
I am going to start filtering some of my more private musings. Since blogger does not have a tool for that, you will need to visit my Live Journal and ask to be friended there. I will continue to post Daily Gratitude and other subjects here.
There is also a FAQ for my Journal at the same link.
Tuesday, April 02, 2002
@ 07:19
Talk about the best laid plans. Over the weekend I decided on a course of action that I wanted to accomplish on April 1st. It was someone's birthday and I figured that the timing was right for something I've been thinking about for weeks. So, of course, that's the day said person decides she'll be too busy with logistical things to be available. In fact, I haven't talked to her directly since early Sunday morning and probably won't for several more days. Given the indirect communication we've had, I'm not sure the things I had planned for yesterday will be appealing to her once she does return. I knew I shouldn't tempt fate, but I guess I'm too much of an optimist not to have hope.
So, although something special did happen last night on another front, I'm not going to give fate any more targets-- at least not yet. In a few days or a week I'll feel more secure and risk writing about it here....assuming this cryptic mention isn't enough to invoke Murphy's Law.
After two conversations I had last night with Inno and Caliann, I think it's time for me to revisit Montaigne's essays. I need to refresh my mind on his views of friendship and love, since reading him in college had such a profound effect on me. I'll try to set aside The Class for a few hours tonight and get some focus. It's hard though. Erich Segal speaks to my own experiences, which is suprising since I'm not a male who graduated college in 1958. It's difficult to put down his books. I'll make the attempt. My soul needs to see if what my mind remembers of Montaigne was what he said or just words manipulated by memory into something more meaningful.
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