And lo! we dwell in the valley of the pillows. |
Just who are you
calling moody? It would certainly not be me, sitting here sipping a late summer
gin-and-tonic after kind of good day. Not me sitting here feeling both sad,
despondent, happy, and content in the same second. I wonder if there is word
any where out there for holding diametrically opposed emotions or feelings at
the same time? Hmmm… what culture that I know about … might have a word for
that … Actually, I don’t even know if I can imagine such a culture, but then, I
am no anthropologist. Maybe the Italians? Didn't they have a movie called The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly? That's a plethora of concepts in one place.
Besides the usual bad that I talk about ... and even that "bad" is minus depression at the moment ... nothing beyond my state of life and the state of the world. The ugly is a thoroughly inexplicable, perplexing rift with someone I thought was a close and true friend. Perhaps that will smooth out, but it is making me sad, disquieted.
On the good side, this library thing feels quite good. Of course, if I have internet access, I have the ability to waste time wherever I am, but I have fewer distractions. Focus is a desirable thing in folks like me. I went to two different libraries today because one closed at 5:00 and I didn't feel I had accomplished enough. The second library, Mahopac Public Library, is on a lake with giant windows facing across.

The weather was nearly breath-taking today, the Fall equivalent of one of the relieved delightful days of early, promising Spring. I drove around quite a bit (these libraries are far-flung) but I had a sweet time driving down country roads, listening to The Two Towers audiobook (yes, I am pushing on with Tolkien). And, best of all, I found a cool music site for new music, Bandcamp. I heard some great stuff. Yes, it distracted me from some of the other things I need(ed) to do, but there was some joy involved
Okay. Enough blathering for the moment. I have to get up early and get a bag packed for another sojourn to New York City.
The Japanese wabi-sabi or mono no aware to describe sweet melancholy or sublime sadness might fit, Also the Portuguese saudade.
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