Soul Seeks Compass
Good day, everyone — all two of you. Since I hadn’t posted in quite a while, I assume I won’t have many visitor for awhile, until I start baking cyber apple pies and the scent of hot pastry and cinnamon draws everyone back to my site.
Speaking of which, what EXACTLY is Crisco and how many uses does it have? How important is Crisco to your life?
Well, I taught my first class of the new term yesterday. I have 16 students so far — most of the students are from China, a few are from Korea, one is from Japan, one from Mexico and one from Nepal. We’re crammed into a little room with no windows and no oxygen tanks. I must admit to a strong feeling of claustrophobia. I told myself I would let myself have more fun this term and take on less stress, but I feel like I’m made up of nothing but good intentions.
If I were a character in a different version of the Wizard of Oz, I would go in search of more self-confidence. Then I could hold my head up high and follow my bliss (Joseph Campbell’s expression) and nothing would stand in my way — especially not myself. At this point, I really don’t know what to commit myself to; I don’t feel interested in anything in particular. My dad made a joke that people of my generation feel they need about 10 years to “find themselves” before they settle down, but I’m already past that mark. My soul needs a compass…
I suppose in times like these, it’s better to focus on a tree rather than on the forest.
Do you think it’s weird that water can’t be counted? I guess that’s why the above metaphor wouldn’t work with a lake rather than a forest.
I find such comfort in off-the-wall thinking. I hate being logical, unless it’s an exercise for it’s own sake.
Today’s post reflects a certain state of mind, and I make no apologies for the lack of organization.
Enjoy your weekend. It’s cold and windy in Winnipeg — from my window, I can see the trees shaking. Maybe I should bring them a sweater.
Posted on May 10, 2003 12:39 PM