Sunday, October 19, 2014
Cries From The Heart
Lately I've been getting messages from people that I would term
"Cries From The Heart". The French have a term for this: Cri de Coeur. A Cri de coeur is deep, serious and without artifice. It's the real thing. I've gotten emails, facebook messages, texts, phone calls, cries from everywhere on Earth. They are wails of desperation, despair. In May I uttered such a cry to a few of my friends. Perhaps that's why I'm getting these messages now. People feel they can let down their guard. I hear from strangers, from acquaintances and from friends. It's as if our bodies are distilling our experiences and allowing these feelings to percolate downward into the Earth. "WE'RE IN TROUBLE!" is what I'm hearing. Well...what else is new? We've been in trouble for some time now. When Robin Williams died there was a collective outflow, as if a giant balloon had been punctured. PSHEEEEWWW! Suddenly the world had lost an important shade of color. Gone! Our palette was subtly impoverished. I found myself thinking, "If he could get to such a state, then ANYONE might find themselves so distressed that they start looking for a way out."
Fortunately, I survived my May crisis but I will admit that it left me frightened. It was ungodly painful! I don't want to go through that again. I don't want anyone to go through such an ordeal. Perhaps it was a true mid-life crisis, just a little late. I didn't have the crisis about getting old in my fifties. But at 65, whammo! I write this because I think it's time to be honest. Hang on tight, my friends. We live in "interesting times" as the Chinese curse has it. "May you live in interesting times" is an oriental malediction.
It's like saying "may you be witness to much war, famine and suffering."
We have all of that and we are forced to be witness because we live in a global information network where the news is even pumped through men's room urinals. It's important that we help one another, any way that we can. Expect to feel confused. Reach out when the confusion gets overwhelming. Reach out, anyway.
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