symeology

yesterday, we spent the afternoon with people whose loss is so great that it fills a universe.

i also read that pavlov's laboratory had a burst water pipe, and the trauma of that event, un-conditioned each and every one of the dogs in his care.

somehow it seems that a great tragedy and shock rips out everything we thought we knew, and the choices you make THEN are the ones that are with you from that crossroads on. it's no wonder we feel like a blank slate filled with only pain, or only fear, or only anger. we really are exactly that.

In June, as the shortest day and longest night comes - Midwinter if you hail from the southern hemisphere - you can either feel that we are in the midst of the coldest, darkest time, or you can stand back just a little bit.
If you stand back that little bit, you'll see that the year turns. It is the end of the decline, and the entire solar system now conspires to bring summer back to us!

Whether you see the darkest time of the year, or the time of rebirth and life, rests solely on how you choose to look at where you are.

We were watching movies last night, and because of the cold, we did something we never do: we watched it on the laptop from under the covers.

We were chatting about the movie for some time afterwards, and I learnt a couple of things -