Here we are in the slack time between the two big holidays, football games the only constant. Personally, I am doing a lot of resting up. Watch football, nap, watch football, nap, repeat.
Well, we almost had too much fun talking about tapas yesterday. How can I ever come up with another topic that is so near and dear to my heart? I really hope that loving tapas isn’t some minor subset of one of the seven deadly sins. Have to ask my people to check on that.
I’m mulling over and I’m mulling over the direction of the blog for 2018. Two things are apparent to me at this point. Don’t know exactly how they will be realized but I am fixin to figure that out. One is that I want to incorporate some poetry into my writing. And two I want to thouroughly answer a question that a fellow cancer patient ansked of me recently.
The poetry bug has bit me. And I thought that it might be the perfect way to get across the answer to the patient’s question. We are arriving at a point after almost five years of blogging where a change and a wrap up of sorts is needed. Prose poetry appeal to me. The way I have come to think of it lately with my limited understanding is something inbetween prose and poetry. And that is about as far as I have gotten but it’s a start.
And I have gotten the wrap up bug. It is time to answer the new question. We have pretty much covered the Camino de Santiago as it occurred to me. We covered the pilgrimage to Lourdes as it occurred to me. We really did a job on the interior pilgrimage. It’s all there in the last eighteen hundred posts for better or worse. Hopefully someone will distill all that into something reasonable someday.
But the question that this dear lady asked me at the meeting I had with patients on my last trip to California was, “How can I be where you are?” A simple question but it opened up a can of worms for Felipé. What she was asking was point the way for her to get to the next level. And that is what I want to address this next year. And I think poetry maybe the best way to get there. We’ll see.
At the top of this post is a link to a recent NY Times article about William Blake, Christmas and wonder. Thanks Jen for that. Check that out.
Walking in a few minutes. Who will show up? Maybe a good time to say the rosary. Maybe a good time to wear my long wool coat with the hood and pretend I’m a monk.
Light a candle for me loves, Felipé,
From the Eastern Bureau, tapas are not included in the deadly sins unless they are eaten in presence of the hungry without offering them some as well.
And it occurs to me as I read your words today that poetry is to communication as tapas are to nutrition. Rich. Lovely. Flexible. More.
Ronaldo ~ man, your stock just went way up dude! Keep explaining! Happy New Year!
Thank you Phil. I enjoy being ‘with you’ as I read your words and look forward to the poetry. I feel like there are so many things that can not be put into words, that require being together (eating tapas perhaps) but poetry bridges that communication divide a little. Happy New year my friend.
Happy New Year Ron and to Ann. So glad that we had time to get together at Heartland. Felipé.
Wow, Renaldo. That’s just perfect. Thanks.
NW Bureau Chief Steve