It rained so much today that I didn’t even try to walk somewhere. I didn’t take a picture of a tree. I decided to post one from my archive.
This tree is in northwest Seoul, Korea. I took the picture on July 1, 2017, while visiting the grounds of the Korean Shamanism Museum (샤머니즘박물관).
[daily log: walking, 1km]
Day: March 9, 2020
Caveat: gone to seed
I ordered some seeds for my greenhouse.
I’m having an attack of low self-confidence with respect to taking on gardening this spring. Perhaps with respect to a lot of things, I don’t know. I’ve been having a hard few days since Andrew left. I think not directly related to his visit, but just feeling very aware of being stuck. I feel often frustrated with Arthur’s frequent obstinate denialism, his refusal to acknowledge any problems (incipient deafness, physical limitations, cognitive limitations), as well as with his frightening temper – with respect to his computer, especially.
And I’m frustrated with my own lack of motivation or determination to just get on with life. Feeling stuck.
Two quotes, unrelated to the above but related to each other:
“Words, as is well known, are the great foes of reality.” – Joseph Conrad
“Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind.” – Rudyard Kipling
Caveat: Poem #1317 “A calloused, gray-fingered dawn”
ㅁ No rose-fingered dawn here. Just grayness. But not hopeless, just austere, moody, drear.
– an englyn cil-dwrn