Can I just say that this was a really fun father's day?
We ate things and talked about things and remembered things. And ate more things. We ate a lot.
...and it was cool. I'm not sure I really know what to say other than that about it. Other than: "Whoahoho, it's goin' down slow...."
...And I've been thinking about so many things lately, but I just don't ever really have time or inclination to type them out for everyone else to read. I guess I'm just delving more deeply into the "life of the inner mind."
Oh, I remember one of the things I've been thinking a lot about lately. Sacredness. And of course honesty, but you've all heard me rant about honesty probably fifty million times before. But lately sacredness and purposefulness, or perhaps a better word is deliberation. Or intentionality, but that sounds like corporate double-speak. Or church double-speak: take your pick. What I was wondering, quite simply, was this: what makes something sacred? Is it sacred in its own right, or does the way we behave towards something make it sacred? Why do I have such a postmodern view of sacredness when I propose to reject postmodernism?
I also thought this: A good way to live is like right poetry. And I'm not sure if that means anything to anyone else, because my definition of 'right' poetry could be all moonshine. I'm not sure though, that I care if my definition is moonshine or if that phraseology means nothing to anyone else. I feel like, for once, I don't care what anyone else thinks, and I don't care if I never write well, or get published, or am hung in a gallery (wow, that sounds suicidal.... haha.). I'm not sure if I'm lazy, apathetic, or simply content. But whatever it is, it feels good. I'm not afraid, right now, of not being enough. And I have to say that's one of the things that's haunted me longest.
And I'd love to know what percentage of sentences and paragraphs I start with the word "and."
And wow, that got really off the topic at hand: father's day. Yay for fathers. = )