This afternoon, having finished a specific task yesterday, and after a busy morning in town with a meeting and optometrist appointment, and with the sun streaming into the house making us feel happy and relaxed, I was ready to spend a productive afternoon at the computer. Yes, I can hear you laughing already. I did read some of my favourite blogs, making sure to comment because too often I read on my iPad, but don’t comment because it’s too hard to type with one finger when I’m lying in bed. One blog reminded me of a post I had written a long time ago, before this particular new friend would have been reading either of my blogs, and so I started searching for that post. It turned out I didn’t write the post (I intended to, even referenced it somewhere, but as far as I can see I never got around to it), so I linked to another similar post.
But as I was searching, I got caught up reading my old posts. Does anyone else do this? I enjoyed my previous blog posts. I’ve been struggling to find good blog topics lately, and so was interested to see the range of topics I covered over just a few months – the colour blue, accents, day trips, sisters, and of course, much more. It took me back about several years, and made me smile. I enjoyed the posts, and I enjoyed the comments. I felt wrapped in the warmth of friendship from a group of bloggers who have been around for a number of years. My people in this corner of the world. I felt sad that we don’t seem to have quite the same community these days, that one of our number no longer blogs (though she still comments), and that we split our time between blogs and FB, and in doing so something seems to have been lost. But we’re all still hanging in there. And for that I’m delighted. I’m also delighted to see that my newer (at the time) commenters are now in fact old-timers, having been around for several years already, and are also now my people.
I particularly smiled when I read Deloney’s comment to this post. It was simply a poem. But it’s worth repeating. Things Deloney says are usually worth repeating. (Look here, and here). And it explains a little about how I feel today. Enjoy.
GET DRUNK (by Charles Baudelaire)
Always be drunk.
The great imperative!
In order not to feel
Time’s horrid fardel
bruise your shoulders,
grinding you into the earth,
Get drunk and stay that way.
On wine, poetry, virtue, whatever.
But get drunk.
And if you sometimes happen to wake up
on the porches of a palace,
in the green grass of a ditch,
in the dismal loneliness of your own room,
your drunkenness gone or disappearing,
ask the wind,
ask everything that flees,
everything that groans
everything that speaks,
ask what time it is;
and the wind,
will answer you:
“Time to get drunk!
Don’t be martyred slaves of Time,
On wine, virtue, poetry, whatever!”