Nikki teaching a youngster flute, Camping Athens circa 1981
And so it is.
Michael Bright Crow
See here also.
Note from the amanuensis: This story was originally published eleven years ago via email to The Crone Thread listserv, back in January of 2000, when the amanuensis was still in library school, before the move to Florida. A lot of water has flowed over the bridge—or under the dam, or something—since then.
At the time, the story began with the following Disclaimer:
Walhydra is a crone of unspeakable age, who, in her own cantakerous way, does her best to deal with her present incarnation as me: a 49-year-old, gay male would-be writer. She insists that I explain this, because she doesn't like sharing the blame—though she doesn't have much choice, being, as she is, my muse.
Afterword by the amanuensis: Rereading this story at the age of 61 is rather interesting.
Fifty turned out to be great. Then it was the approach of sixty that became the even scarier year. That was largely because mortality had become too real.
It sometimes seems that one can go through a number of reincarnations within one mortal lifetime. Each time—at least if one is attentive and brave—one comes around a little higher on the spiral than one was the last time one visited a particular challenge.
Or something like that.
Note from the amanuensis: I wrote this movie review on November 28, 2001, shortly after I had seen the then just-released Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone.Ron Weasley and the Chess Knight of Doom
Almost a decade later, having just seen Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 1, I am glad to see that Daniel Radcliffe and his colleagues Rupert Grint and Emma Watson have all become mature young actors, able to sustain an intense interpersonal drama with only minimal support from established adult actors or special effects. It's good to see such artistic growth in the midst of a megabucks Hollywood franchise.
I've not revised my original review, though I might have done so given this current movie. Having watched the original and its sequels several times, now, I have a better opinion of it than I did in 2001.
The final chapter in the serialized 1981 travel adventure which Walhydra first published on The Crone Thread in 1997.Conclusion: In which Walhydra finally gets a clue
Another chapter in the serialized 1981 travel adventure which Walhydra first published on The Crone Thread in 1997.Part 5: In which Walhydra burns with unholy fire...
Enlightenment doesn't mean constant and perpetual bliss; it doesn't mean forever sailing along, unruffled by the petty annoyances of life. What is it then?Nicely lucid. Clear-eyed. Compassionate toward self and others.
Clearly, for one thing, it means recognizing that these are, in fact, petty annoyances. There is no cosmic plot against me. There's nothing wrong with me, either. I'm not failing in my practice. This is simply “how things are” at present.
On the other hand, while it's silly to keep feeding my bad temper, I don't want to fight or repress it either. I can't make it go away any more than I can make the bloody Indians give me a tourist visa. The inner world is just as “real” as the outer one, as far as the need for observing and accepting goes.