Sunday morning, and I’m falling...
The Velvet Underground
...slept something like twelve or thirteen hours...making up for nights of staying up ’til eight in the morning writing blog posts while looking after people in rehab...woke up Sunday morning to find the cupboard was bare...so made a pot o’ coffee...(yes, you hardcore ayurvedic people out there, I know...)...and called some friends in South Philly to see if they were up for brunch...biked ten miles to their house and that hipster Mexican place on Passyunk for tortillas and salsa, along with a couple pitchers of blackberry margaritas...(I’m guessing the serious ayurvedic types have quit reading by this point)...starting out at a sidewalk table before having to move inside because of a sudden downpour...which, surprisingly enough, left things considerably hotter and more humid for the ride home...though, as it turns out, a picnic table by the river can be a perfect place for an impromptu savasana on a sweltering early summer afternoon...
Language has created the word "loneliness" to express the pain of being alone. And it has created the word "solitude" to express the glory of being alone.
The Velvet Underground
...slept something like twelve or thirteen hours...making up for nights of staying up ’til eight in the morning writing blog posts while looking after people in rehab...woke up Sunday morning to find the cupboard was bare...so made a pot o’ coffee...(yes, you hardcore ayurvedic people out there, I know...)...and called some friends in South Philly to see if they were up for brunch...biked ten miles to their house and that hipster Mexican place on Passyunk for tortillas and salsa, along with a couple pitchers of blackberry margaritas...(I’m guessing the serious ayurvedic types have quit reading by this point)...starting out at a sidewalk table before having to move inside because of a sudden downpour...which, surprisingly enough, left things considerably hotter and more humid for the ride home...though, as it turns out, a picnic table by the river can be a perfect place for an impromptu savasana on a sweltering early summer afternoon...
Language has created the word "loneliness" to express the pain of being alone. And it has created the word "solitude" to express the glory of being alone.
Paul Tillich
...had a dream somewhere in there in which someone was trying to convince me it was time to get some more therapy...and, in the dream, at least, I agreed...
...had a dream somewhere in there in which someone was trying to convince me it was time to get some more therapy...and, in the dream, at least, I agreed...
*thanks to Brandon for the coffee art*
9 comments:
haha, what a perfect way to spend a sunday morning.
i especially love the idea of blackberry margaritas... YUM
Oh crap, I hate being the first to comment. I promise this is not cyber stalking! :-/
I have not thought of Paul Tillich for many years. When I was a high school student (just shortly after dinasaurs vanished from the earth) I corresponding with a priest who was a theologian at Catholic University. Paul Tillich was often the subject of discussion/letters. In those years I was just barely beginning to grasp existentialism. Perhaps I will go back and reread his work. He died the same year as my theologian friend...1968.
Speaking of loneliness and solitude ~ have you read May Sarton's "Solitude"? It is what led me to this whole blogging thing in 2007. Time flies...
Enjoyed this, Jay. Thanks.
Bob
great post...mmm...blackberry margaritas! must have. now.
Sleeping 12-13 hours sounds grand right about now.
Sounds like a wonderful Sunday morning!! But now I'm thirsty for blackberry margaritas, sounds yummy!!
lovely post, lovely day, & i'm drinking coffee as I write this.
Oh Dr Jay, you are still rocking my world!
Just caught up with all the posts I missed here and at elephant, and wanted to give you one big thank you and a cyber smooch - esp loved the 2 at elephant - letter to AZ and the one on compassion.
Dr Jay for King o' the World!
Sounds like a delightful Sunday, drjay. I am right now looking forward to that morning cup.
Hope you're getting along in this heat okay...I see we're in for it for the coming week. Ugh.
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