Hilma on book night, Scandinavian ancestors, good enough for jazz, and a poem. Time to go outside and walk every day, noting all the shifts in the air and light, the weather and full sensorium. Cooler mornings, warm afternoons. Sharp nights. Do we put the heat on? Do we turn lights on earlier in the evening?
Thank you for the imagery, the story too. I look forward to hearing more about Plato.
Just today, thinking of Crete--nearest Med island to Derna, Libya, site of today's climate disaster. "Geography by disaster."
The poem is a joy, as is the image of the circus act on the back of the Cretan bull. Made me want to try out that level of exuberance.
I know how important it is to receive comments on one's writing and thinking. You've given me a good little jolt of inspiration this morning and directed my luminous September energy. My favorite month. I want to do so many things all at once. The poem is superb. It reminds me of a short one I wrote when I was 18 on the Island of Mykonos. I'll dig it up and send it to you. I love the image of being on Salt Spring Island , pouring through art books in a studio of an autumn evening. Happy shifting! I'm eager to hear more of Plato and Sufism. I've found those resonances as well.
I don't know what my blood grandparents look like, or those before them buried in Ukraine but you post sent me to inviting them into my dreams. I guess I will just watch for strangers there who shine of kin. Thanks for that section especially.
And the ensemble metaphor for substack. At first I felt it was maybe a bad sign how much I am drawn to riffing of the posts of others on here but now I think its the kind of collage of the inspiring I like best.