The root cellar's all but finished.
The flux of Seekers-Errant is at an ebb.
There are still five months till Thanksgiving.
I can't think of a damn thing to do for the poetry workshop tomorrow.
The bust of Cardinal Richelieu has gone all wrong.
I can't stop thinking about nothing.
It's so quiet out here.
I'm bored.
Boredom ...
It's a dangerous, dangerous thing out here.
At least right now.
I may not established enough yet to fight it.
Yesterday it was bad.
Today it was worse.
And tomorrow ...
"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow"
the taste of fears
lighted fools
dusty death
walking shadow
poor player
sound and fury
and now a wood / Comes toward Dunsinane
Holy Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle; be our safeguard against the wickedness and snares of the devil. May God rebuke him, we humbly pray: and do thou, O Prince of the heavenly host, by the power of God thrust down into hell Satan and all wicked spirits who wander throughout the world for the ruin of souls. Amen.
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"The cure for boredom is curiosity. There is no cure for curiosity."
--Ellen Parr
Or perhaps the boredom is a self-inflicted barrier so that your thoughts aren't consumed by "a flash of red"?
Ellen Parr?
The Desert Fathers, whom the monks a St. Godrics surely well know of, caution their brothers to "beware of the noon-day devil". Lassitude and boredom are indeed oppressive little devils, stultifying the spirit and blurring the eyes of the soul. But, often in these moments one can turn to another; and if one only looks and listens, the very light from their eyes warm the heart, the very sound of their voice can stir the mind and soul and drive out this devil of boredom. And thus God grants the power of casting out demons to men, a chosen race among creation. Even the glory of the natural world cannot do that. And so, even retired souls like yourself may need the grace of companionship at times.
Take heart friend, perhaps a little child whose eyes you recognize will cross your path and take your hand and drive out this noon-day devil.
Ah, the fathers
of the desert!
Give me my valley -
but the desert does
breed wisdom
does it not?
Thank you, friend.
May you be little oppressed by noon-day devils.
Sorry, no idea who Ellen Parr is - I just liked the quote. I'm honored that it made it on to the next blog - although it's not my quote - although since no one knows who Ellen Parr is, maybe I should have just attibuted it to myself...
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