“I have all the respect in the world for reality, but I think the general assumptions about it are wrong” (says Marilynne Robinson in this Times article)

And the fact that the author then says this “Now let me be clear – I’m not saying that you’re actually dead if you haven’t read Marilynne Robinson, but I honestly couldn’t say you’re fully alive.” I think i’m going to have to find me some of her books.

Rules, Roles & Polystyrene.

“There’s an old notion, and I’m beginning to think it’s true, that moral beings can exist only in communities. Perhaps it’s because of the idea that true virtue has nothing to do with rules and everything to do with roles.” (Utopian Dreams, Tobias Jones).

Words like ‘rules’ and ‘roles’ aren’t very welcome these days. He’s a bold man to use them. I don’t know if I agree with his thoughts, but they provoke me. They slightly coincide with discussions I took part in last night based on ‘Nooma’ videos… which provoked a lot of thought about who I am – which is much different than who I think I am. You see, I think that who you are is defined by what you do – far more than what you believe.

I am a typical member of my generation, and I seem to spend so much time making lists & plans… wasting time and hiding from anything of value. Trying to do things I’m passionate about is a risk, and so I’ll often find myself hiding behind meaningless tasks.

Living with people always (i think at least) results in the division, conscious or otherwise, of roles. I do this and you do that. That’s how it works, whether we like it (which I generally don’t) or not. Unfortunately I see no other option but chaos in its place.

Hmmm.

And no,  I’m not actually posting about polystyrene.

Musings in the hustle

I must, above all else share bits of this poem that a friend posted on her brand new blog (i’m showing great self-restraint by not posting all of it)

Then, at the point of agony and when all is beyond
help,
the tree’s buds burst as if in jubilation,
then, when fear no longer exists,
the branch’s drops tumble in a shimmer,
forgetting that they were afraid of the new,
forgetting that they were fearful of the journey –
feeling for a second their greatest security,
resting in the trust
that creates the world.

(Of Course It Hurts Karin Boye, trans. from the Swedish by Jenny Nunn)

And i definitely must find more written by Karin Boye!!! Who is this woman and why have i not heard of her before????

But time is short. So that is all.

…afresh…

As this is my first post with wordpress, forgive all the things I have yet to figure out how to do!

I am starting again in the blog world. This is here to look at things I am reading, things I am thinking, things I am making, things I am inspired by… come along for the ride, if you fancy it!

I figured I may as well begin by posting the mittens my MIL helped me sew for eden. Let’s see if the photos worked! I’m desperate to make him an apron for him to wear whilst ‘helping’ me cook… as well as a few more pairs of pants. Sometimes comfy pants are just so necessary, and I feel like it’s a bit tight on him to have to always wear jeans or pants that are too long!!!

Beginning things is always a leetle awkward, so I’ll finish with a quote and start again tomorrow as if I’ve always been doing this.

‘The answer must be, I think, that beauty and grace are performed whether or not we will or sense them. The least we can do is try to be there.’ (annie dillard, pilgrim’s creek)