felt dreadful

Little Things (2)

* Thinking Small post here

So, I woke up this morning feeling really dreadful.


Exhausted, debilitated, hopeless, despairing.

Exhausted. (Did I already say that??)

Had to draggggg myself out of bed by the scruff of the neck.

Ugh. Ugh, ugh, ugh.

But Life/the Show must go on, hmmm?

So I got myself coffee’d & showered & did some necessary revising/printing of documents & loaded up my knapsack & went out the door into a gorgeously sunny Fall day, & when I climbed onto the streetcar, the driver (a woman) said a very cheery “Good morning!”

& my spirits lifted immediately!

& now I’m getting on about my busy, eventful day

In the midst of an unpredictable & increasingly dangerous, ever-madder world.

I’m a tilter at (nuclear & other) windmills, you see, & it can be very discouraging work.

So, thank goodness for “little” things like

  • Sunny days

  • Cheerful streetcar drivers

  • Awesome colleagues who inspire me endlessly.



p.s. For reasons not important to explain (yet relevant to this blog posting) I just re-discovered a somewhat related posting called ‘Lost’ & rather enjoyed re-reading it. (Am I allowed to say that??) Hoping you might too!

‘Quote of the day’ with this post: “Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing. To keep our faces toward change and behave like free spirits in the presence of fate is strength undefeatable.” – Helen Keller (1940)

Bonus quotes: “There is only one courage, and that is the courage to go on dying to the past. Not to collect it, not to accumulate it, not to cling to it. We all cling to the past, and because we cling to it we become unavailable to the present.” – Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh [lots of great courage quotes here]

Zen Poem:

A man travelling across a field encountered a tiger. He fled, the tiger after him. Coming to a precipice, he caught hold of the root of a wild vine and swung himself over the edge.

The tiger sniffed at him from above. Trembling, the man looked down to where, far below, another tiger was waiting to eat him. Only the vine sustained him.

Two mice, one white and one black, little by little started to gnaw away the vine. The man then saw a luscious strawberry near him. Grasping the vine with one hand, he plucked the strawberry with the other.

How sweet it tasted.


“I don’t trust my inner feelings – Inner feelings come and go.”

Leonard Cohen in “That Don’t Make it Junk