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The kids are asleep, email and Facebook checked, Thor is at work, and I am out of ways to postpone feeling out of sorts.

I’ve been coming alive this year in remarkable, beautiful ways. But the side effect is that I am no longer so easily pacified. I’ve rejected the usual grammes of soma or “happy happy” patches or whatever your favorite nerdy reference is for hiding from darker feelings; which is to say, I am no longer satisfied to eat or imbibe or media conk or even read this restlessness away.

So I just simmer in it. Play a little music, draw some, write a few words. Sit and leave the room for no known reason and then sit again. Uncomfortable, yet preferring the current dissonance to the even-temperament of the past. Knowing I am just paying the bill for sharpening my ability to live and love and grow.

Last time I felt like this, I wrote a poem. Tonight with luck maybe I’ll get there, but for now, I’ll just have to squirm like an skewered insect specimen until the mood passes.

I sure am proud of the way my self-patience has grown lately. I am able to sit consciously through emotional waiting rooms I never would have set foot in before.

Anyway, here I am, for now. Achieving balance as best I can.



Question #7: Dr. Who?

(This post is part of a series for July 2013 entitled “Question Month.” Read the intro to the series here.)

My Facebook post earlier today:

“Question No. 7: Why does the series “Dr. Who” (the 21st century one) feel so important, almost archetypal? It is just a silly TV show, right? Or is it?”


It is. Mostly Dr. Who is just a silly, sweet, good-hearted adventuresome geeky serial dramedy. It’s British too, of course, to add charm and accents (which are more or less the same thing).

But there is a depth. Not in every single show, but in most. At once calming and riling, each worthy episode contains both an ethical, emotional, or intellectual challenge and also a safety zone in which to consider said challenge a pace away from our reality.

There is the excitement of things happening. Things grander than laundry and bill-paying.

Best of all, there is unwavering hope for the goodness of humankind, forcefully delivered, not to mention exemplified despite his alien classification, by one of the best protagonists television has ever homegrown.

If you have yet to watch it, I charge you to go forth and do so promptly. As for me, it is quite late and only a new episode of the Doctor could possibly keep me from my bed.

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