Happy New Year!
(An origami project completed in 2025.)
It is a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in this broken world. —Mary Oliver
My younger brother Scotty died in February 2006. My older brother Rudy died exactly one year ago.
I'm the only one left.
I don't usually remember the dates when people die--I had to look up when my younger brother died--but with my older brother I don't think I'll ever forget. It will always be three days after Christmas.
Dave and I took Rudy's truck out for a drive. We went through the neighborhood where I grew up, past the house where we grew up and my grandmother's old house--strangers live in these places now-- and past the elementary school my brothers and I attended (which is now a construction site, the old school having been knocked down).
We went by the burrito place where Dave and Rudy often stopped after their Saturday grocery runs. The place closed a few minutes before we got there though so we didn't get our burritos.
We came home after.
It was an unsettling day.
We have had a quiet Christmas at home.
Christmas eve we went out driving to look at lights and luminarias with my mom. Not many people put themselves out decorating this year, so the pickings were slim. We did see a few good houses and we listened to some Christmas music and chatted. We also exchanged cards and presents.
After we dropped my mom off, we came home and had a dinner of cheese and bread, homemade sourdough. Dave's coworkers had sent a sympathy box full of soup and rolls and cookies, so we had some of that as well. Gray Kitty and I shared a can of albacore tuna, too. Dave opened a bottle of prosecco, the only wine in the house. (I don't drink anymore so he had a couple of glasses and put the rest in the fridge. )
We spent Christmas day in our pajamas. We didn't exchange presents this year but I did buy some candy, chocolate mostly, to put in our stockings.
Dave spent the day mixing up more dough, some for bread, some for pizza tomorrow. He also made rough puff pastry to make a tart for our dessert. He also made dinner, roast vegetables, gravy, chicken for me and vegetarian sausages for himself. Seems like he spent the whole day in the kitchen but I think he also got some time to focus on his latest video game too.
I spent the day making a kusudama ball, watching episodes of The Waltons, and napping. I did make lunch (a vegetarian omelet, beans, tortillas). But that was the extent of my participation in kitchen matters today. I did eat well, though I did eat way too much chocolate.
My neck is a mess right now--has been for about ten days--so I'll make this short and sweet.
It was a beautiful day today, almost 70 degrees out, very early September weather now at the end of December. (This time year before last we had already had snow. I don't think we'll see snow again this year.) How did we mark the winter solstice? We went out on a grocery run and then later to try to take some boxes to the recycling bin (but it turned out to be completely full so we had to bring all our boxes home).
We put up our tree yesterday, kind of. It has about half the lights and half the ornaments it had last year, but after the last couple of weeks--the last year, really--I'm fine with it. Christmas is going to be a mess for a few years, probably, a reminder of grief and grieving rather than a celebration of whatever it is that we're supposed to be celebrating at Christmas.
So the tree went up and I finally took down the Day of the Dead altar on the mantelpiece. We did not put up outdoor lights this year and luminarias are unlikely, though maybe we'll round up a few. We have a ton of tealights from IKEA and brown paper bags from who knows where and we are nothing if not awash in sand here in the desert. We can manage a handful of luminarias on Christmas eve if need be.
It's going to be a busy week around Christmas though. This week we are taking our car in to get the door fixed (the inside handle just gave up and stopped working almost two weeks ago). Gray Kitty has a vet appointment to get the claw that he ripped out looked at. And then there's Christmas, which falls on Thursday this year, preempting therapy, thank god. And I have yet to make travel arrangements for our trip to Miami. Oh, and I also need to go get my Covid shot. I think I'll do that the day after Christmas.
We did not do any baking this year and maybe, same as last year, Christmas dinner will be takeout from the mediocre but dependable Chinese take-out place near us.
I did order some New Years Cards to send out, though only about three people I know send out cards at all. And I ordered some new Christmas ornaments. We've been adding ornaments that remind us of family--a hamster for my older brother, a horse for Dave's mom, a trout for his dad, a canoe for both (Dave read Paddle to the Sea to both his parents, the first time as a child), and I finally just threw in the towel and ordered a set of six glass sugar skull ornaments. I figure those should cover us in the event of an emergency.
I'm exhausted. Tonight we had vegetarian yakiudon for dinner, made with tofu and lots of vegetables. Doesn't that sound nice? Tomorrow maybe we'll get a pizza.
He has been gone just days shy of a year. I cried as we took out the ornaments to put on our tree Saturday night. It feels like no time has passed. Somehow he is still gone.
By the time I am 25, I carry a feeling in my blood that something is very wrong; something has been done to me, but the words never seem to find my consciousness. All I have as confirmation is a deep, dark terror I try to slough off, but can never quite shake it.--Oriana Koren
Pride is a sense of worth derived from something that is not part of us, while self-esteem derives from the potentialities and achievements of self. We are proud when we identify ourselves with an imaginary self, a leader, a holy cause, a collective body of possessions. There is fear and intolerance in pride; it is insensitive and uncompromising. The less promise and potency in the self, the more imperative is the need for pride. The core of pride is self-rejection.--Bruce Lee
"You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better." --Anne Lamott
"No black woman writer in this culture can write 'too much.' Indeed, no woman writer can write 'too much'. . . No woman has ever written enough." --bell hooks
“Courage is[. . .]knowing you’re licked before you begin but you begin anyway and you see it through no matter what. You rarely win, but sometimes you do.”--Harper Lee
"If you think you're spiritually enlightened, go home for Thanksgiving." --Ram Dass
"Mr. Bond, they have a saying in Chicago: 'Once is happenstance. Twice is coincidence. The third time it's enemy action'.”--Ian Fleming, Goldfinger
"The only emotion you can have in patriarchy is fear." --John Bradshaw
When one does what Buddhas do, one is a Buddha.
When one does what Bodhisattvas do, one is a Bodhisattva.
When one does what Arhats do, one is an Arhat.
When one does what ghosts do, one is a ghost.
These are all natural phenomena.
There are no shortcuts in cultivation.
--Master Hsuan Hua
A poem by James Tate:
"You're treated like other humans, so stop with the angst." --Batou, from 攻殻機動隊, Kōkaku Kidōtai, Ghost in the Shell
"...you have to cherish the world at the same time that you struggle to endure it."--Flannery O'Connor
"We have our Arts so we won't die of Truth."--Ray Bradbury
"I am not a mystic and I do not lead a holy life. Not that I can claim any interesting or pleasurable sins (my sense of the devil is strong) but I know all about the garden variety, pride, gluttony, envy and sloth, and what is more to the point, my virtues are as timid as my vices. I think sin occasionally brings one closer to God, but not habitual sin and not this petty kind that blocks every small good. A working knowledge of the devil can be very well had from resisting him."--Flannery O'Connor
There is a German proverb: “Der Teufel scheisst immer auf den grössten Haufen” [“The Devil always shits on the biggest heap”]... Prepare yourself: there is never a day without a sucker punch. At the same time, be pragmatic and learn how to develop an understanding of when to abandon an idea. Follow your dreams no matter what, but reconsider if they can’t be realized in certain situations. A project can become a cul-de-sac and your life might slip through your fingers in pursuit of something that can never be realized. Know when to walk away.--Werner Herzog
"If [other people] hadn’t made me cry, I wouldn’t be able to cry on cue now.... If they hadn’t told me I was ugly, I never would have searched for my beauty. And if they hadn’t tried to break me down, I wouldn’t know that I’m unbreakable."
--Gabourey Sidibe
"When it's over, I want to say: all my life / I was a bride married to amazement."
--Mary Oliver
Chogyam Trungpa: “The bad news is you’re falling through the air, nothing to hold on to, no parachute. The good news is, there is no ground.”
"That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you're not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong."
- F. Scott Fitzgerald
"I often hear voices...If you believe, as I do, that the mind wants to heal itself, and the psyche seeks coherence not disintegration, then it isn't hard to conclude that the mind will manifest whatever is necessary to work on the job...Going mad is the beginning of the process. It is not supposed to be the end result."
--Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?
Go where the search takes you.
Original: 子曰:“吾十有五而志于学,三十而立,四十而不惑,五十而知天命,六十而耳顺,七十而从心所欲,不逾矩。”
English: Confucius said:”When I was fifteen, I aspired to learn. At thirty, I could be independent. At forty, I am not deluded. At fifty, I knew my destiny. At sixty, I knew truth in all I heard. At seventy, I could follow my heart’s desire without overstepping the line.”
There's a point when you go with what you've got. Or you don't go.--Joan Didion
"There's a lot of ego, greed, stupidity, and insanity. And that's a really bad combination." --Matt Groening
"...so I chose to tell myself a different story from the one women are told. I decided I was safe. I was strong. I was brave." --Cheryl Strayed
"As much as anything, I miss being insulted every now and then, which is probably the Virginian in me."--Richard E. Byrd
"Form is a straitjacket in the way that a straitjacket was a straitjacket for Houdini."--Paul Muldoon
"Art is the only way I know to heal from the inside, to see the world for what it really is, beautiful and bright."--Danny Gregory
"Love is bigger than being satiated by happiness. --Derek Cianfrance
"I've missed more than 9,000 shots in my career. I've lost almost 300 games. Twenty-six times I've been trusted to take the game-winning shot and missed. I've failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed."
--Michael Jordan
“When a woman tells the truth she is creating the possibility for more truth around her.”
--Adrienne Rich
“If you’re not sure you could love your children, please don’t have them, because they might grow up and kill us.”--John Waters