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1. Sonder – The realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own.
2. The above definition comes from The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows, the brainchild of writer John Koenig, meant to give words for the feelings we may not have even known we were having.
3. I think I made up the word “Phoetry,” a combination of photography and poetry. A good example is HERE.
4. I’m currently reading a book called The Wild Edge of Sorrow by Francis Weller. He says, “Sorrow is a sustained note in the song of being alive.” And “…when our grief cannot be spoken, it falls into the shadow and re-arises in us as symptoms.”
5. I might have gone a little deaf after the first set, but it somehow seemed worth it. See why HERE.
6. A Chorus of Crocus – Sun dried and eager / heralds of spring/ A standing ovation/ of light overflowing.
7. That poem came after THIS one called “Closed for Business.”
8. I love movies and am a big fan of The Oscars. I loved this year’s diversity, moving speeches, political activism, jokes, glamor and gowns, but my favorite part may have been when Englishman Gary Oldman concluded his acceptance speech for best actor (for his portrayal of Winston Churchill), by saying to his 99-year-old mother, “Put the kettle on — I’m bringing Oscar home.”
9. This year there was a jet ski prize for the shortest acceptance speech. Eddie Vedder sang Tom Petty’s “Room at the Top” and Common called out Trump and the NRA in a Stand Up for Something rap.
10. There were white doves, a display of wigs, a DJ, wedding dresses, jewelry and cakes at the First Annual Floyd Bridal Show at the Floyd EcoVillage’s Event Center Saturday afternoon. Venders showcased wedding venues, décor and flowers while attendees streamed in. More from my story in last week’s Floyd Press “Floyd’s Best Bridal Show” HERE.
11. The picture above is one of several trees that came down, blocking roads during Virginia’s recent wind storm, which knocked out our power for five+ days.
12. I was once stopped from walking to get my mail by a huge black snake stretched across my driveway. I may have been a wimp and didn’t get the mail that day, but on another day, I single-handily killed a copperhead that was in my house. See HERE.
13. “If you want to throw something at the Trump misadministration, may I suggest light.” -My Dharmacratic poet friend Will
__________Thirteen Thursday
March 7th, 2018 7:47 pm
I love this page.
March 8th, 2018 8:02 am
6 I miss them so so much waving to me
5 days !! holy moly
March 8th, 2018 9:50 am
You is one of them Thursday masterlisters, Sister: everything from chorusing crocuses through treefall outage right on into the Dead.
What would I do without?
March 8th, 2018 1:54 pm
Always love your friend Will’s observations….
appreciate the links to your own posts I missed …. some of which I commented upon there ….
and am off now to look at the Dictionary of Urban Sorrows … I’m intrigued after #1 and that thought-filled definition.
March 8th, 2018 1:56 pm
I don’t know why I said urban — I was thinking obscure. (I worry about myself sometimes.) Maybe it was my ipad’s fault (we are all about blaming others for our failings these days aren’t we?)
March 8th, 2018 4:07 pm
I can certainly relate to a lot of the Sorrows. And 8 is just darling.
To Sallie: iPads and iPhones have really gotten creative in their abuse of our prose…
March 8th, 2018 6:10 pm
There’s a big difference between a snake across the walkway and one in the house. Of course you had to kill it. It simply had to be done.
March 8th, 2018 6:52 pm
#4, definitely, especially when you realize that reality sometimes sneaks up behind, way too late for you to do anything but regret what might have been
and #8 and #9 both of them moving in their own way, and #11 because it’s a tree, and it’s down and dead, like a great beast in a storm (did I ever mention I’m apparently part Druid).
Fascinating stuff, as always. Sorry I missed the bus this time, maybe next week…
March 8th, 2018 7:26 pm
You were without power much longer than we were. I hope you managed ok.