In Case There was Wonderment
Some years ago, I driving home from work and knew that I was going to be very late. I speed-dialed the number to my home and a female answered, but it was neither my glrlfriend nor my home number. This confused me, as I was using a programmed number in the phone. It was twilight and misty to boot. I had long felt that the time between day and night acts to open passageways that are closed at other times. So I looked around me to gather indications that I still existed in the current universe. Since I had never had to make this particular divination previously, I decided to call my girlfriend again. This time she answered. I told her the same narrative as above, and she told me that this was "magical thinking" in tones of defiant and imperious righteousness. She was a psychologist. We are no longer together , and more than ever I suppose that I am impelled towards magical possibilities.
I am unsure what is supposed to go in this text box. This is what created itself tonight.
Stacy Raymond Feldman's Blog
I am writing about myself at the behest of Jason, and on the surface of it I am doing so to honor his invitation, the more so because so much of what he does is in service to others. However, this is not the way it plays in my heart. I do this personal writing ONLY because I serve the one who serves him. Without her, the top of my life would be blown off, littering my streets with volcanic ash…and dreams.
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Posted on August 7, 2009 at 7:30pm — 11 Comments
My son Damion decided to have his wedding at an Elvis wedding chapel in Las Vegas. This photo was taken at a Las Vegas hotel in one of their restaurants. The background is painted. However, rather than feeling affronted by the maelstrom of phoniness, I felt entirely at ease -- totally real, relentlessly integrated. I did not have to pretend to be anything but what I was. Las Vegas within its own context is also entirely real. The illusion is that it is phony. What is real?
Posted on May 5, 2009 at 9:54pm
Not much to say tonight, except that for the 1857th time in my life I have been accused of not being afraid enough relative to the dire circumstances of the world in general and my world in particular. This is always lovingly couched within the warm cocoon of "realism." I must finally admit that I do not know what this word means and I do not know what those using it mean by it. I think that it is the sort of word that God should use or command us with.
Posted on May 4, 2009 at 8:30pm — 2 Comments
