I started out with high hopes for something brilliant today, and with thoughts amazing in clarity and brilliance, I took a moment to look in on your blogs first.
Completely hooked, I laughed, I groaned, I contemplated. And then I waited.
And waited. And somehow those earlier thoughts dissipated. Gone. Phfft. And I was left to consider what I had learned, since I could not teach, enlighten, or otherwise contribute to the blogosphere today.
What I learned in a nutshell:
I thought about JB’s (Judith’s) Suitcase. When I looked back in my calendar (wondering if my lost inspiration had hidden there I found a week in February 2020 where every Thursday I had written ’Judith’s Suitcase’. JB, my alter ego on the other side of the world wrote a book. Well more than one and it was called Suitcase of Memories (maybe she will tell us about), and I found it inspiring and aimed to do the same. But, alas, my memories were found wanting. Sigh.
Then I read a post from my old blogging pal, in sunnier climes on the other coast of the continent, Princess Rosebud, who reminded me of ’lugubrious’ and taught me about ’Toska’, a word in my mind whose meaning touched my soul in it’s reality.
I read a lot, learned a lot, too much to relate, but after this couple of hours on a cold but clear Sunday morning here at North of 43 I must sign off and get on my day (read breakfast cause I am hungry here).
May your day be filled with some comfort my friends.