9/7/2020 0 Comments Nothing to SaySometimes I find myself with nothing to say. Perhaps this is one of those times. I have been struggling and avoiding sitting down to blog/write today. Nothing to say. Or perhaps I just didn't feel like saying anything. That's always a good excuse. "Why were you so quiet?" "Nothing to say." "Well that about says it all." Truth is there is always something to say. Sometimes I just choose not to say it. And honestly, to anyone who is really listening, really hearing what is actually being said, even in silence, knows that it is not true. No one really has nothing to say. They or I just think they have nothing to say....or are afraid to say what they want to say....or are just so done, that to say anything amounts to nothing. So here it is. My nothing to say, said outlaid. Take it for what you will. I hope you realize, like I just did, nothing said, is saying a lot.
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I was taking pictures for an estate sale and came across this old Ford Motor Company car radio in the garage. It is little dusty and dirty, but I bet anything it would still work if connected properly. I wonder if it would work without having to be installed in an old Ford? I don't see why it wouldn't. It looks like it is just an AM receiver. I guess that means it is very, very old. I like the dial and the large numbers with the red station indicator. The push-buttons were probably for presets. I can just imagine the voices from the past that probably came forth. Maybe an FDR fireside chat or KC Kasem counting down the hits. The music would range from jitterbug to classical to rock and roll and maybe even some golden oldies. News weather and sports on the fives. Wouldn't be cool to turn the dial and tune into the past? I believe there ar time capsules are inside this ancient device. No, really, it is more than just my imagination. I'll bet every sound wave ever emitted is still lodged somewhere inside the RAM of this machine. Ah, I would love to use this as a time machine to travel back to simpler times, when TV was black and white and there were only three stations. This radio probably pre-dates the advent of television! But alas, if we did get it working, it would probably tune its transmit from the airwaves of today. Talking heads and modern music. What else is on AM radio these days, anyway? I tend to listen to NPR on FM. I think this device is a work of art and deserves a place in a nice display case. I'd love to see it actually all hooked up and ready to go, just as it was for so many years in some old Ford, now long gone. It is a fascinating relic of history, plus I really want to push those buttons to see what memories emerge. 9/3/2020 0 Comments Inside is the AnswerLately I find myself visiting the refrigerator more often. Sometimes I am hungry. Sometimes I am bored. Sometimes I am looking for answers. I'm sure the answers must be inside. I'm just not seeing them. It is the latter that concerns me the most, All suggest more mindfulness. I go to the door and open it without thinking. I might have just done the same a few minutes before. Hunger? For food or drink, I am sure. But I never see that one thing that will satisfy whatever is hungry in me. Sometimes I drink a bit of orange juice or water. I nibble on the cut up oranges or apples in glass containers. (It really does help to do this as eating an entire orange or apple can be quite intimidating). Sometimes I go directly for the good stuff in the freezer. Ice cream! Remarkably, I usually save this treat for evening. I do have some discipline, you know. Often after not finding what might be the answer, I go to the pantry. I look for that perfect snack. Crackers, chips, M&Ms. Sometimes just cereal is good. Again I nibble. Again I am only temporarily sated. You know I really think it is not hunger that drives me, but boredom or a feeling of emptiness that inspires this behavior. I remember a long time ago when I studied psychology in college this was a subject of discussion. I think they still talk about it occasionally on Live with Kelly & Ryan or The View or even Ellen. It is a subconscious way of quelling the disquiet in our lives. Eatng pushes those feelings down. But, frankly, even knowing this, does not stop me. So there you have it. The X-Files always said "The answer is out there." I disagree. I truly believe the answer is inside. Maybe I'm just looking in the wrong place. Maybe it isn't inside the fridge, but, sigh, inside me. Oh, phoo. Not nearly the immediate gratification I was seeking, but to be honest, in the long run, it might lead to a much longer lasting feeling of satisfaction. I think they call it meditation or internal examination. Whatever it might be called, it is always there, inside. And that's the undeniable truth. There is light at the end of the tunnel. If I didn't believe that, I wouldn't be able to get out of bed in the morning. There is the hope of a vaccine against the dread coronavirus. People are standing up in unity more and more for social justice. Every day does bring its new challenge. A tweet, a shot in the night, new statistics that alarm. We will survive. This picture of a tunnel under of castle somewhere in Italy reminds me of that. It may be dark and dank without much hope, but if I persevere, I will emerge into the light of day. And carry on. But wait. What kind of day will we be entering? What will we find when we emerge for this long, harrowing journey? Everything seems to have changed...and not for the better. And yet I hold on to a hope that we as people will emerge as better people. I keep my hands folded that people will see the light. I can dream, can't I? The the COVID pandemic hit, I suddenly found myself with all the time I needed right there on my hands. I sprung into action. I began to purge closets and storage areas. I went through old papers and unworn clothes. I bagged up stuff I didn't need, hadn't used in forever and put it all aside ready for donation. Then they closed all the charitable organizations. I thought, okay, now is the time to read, to write and to pursue my photographic passions. I read several books. I wrote letters, blogs, poems. I pulled out my memoir and began jotting down notes, updating some chapters that were written long ago. I created topic files and noted subjects to include. Then the world began to unravel. Not only a virus sweeping the world and wreaking havoc across our homeland, but political unrest, protests and the seemingly inevitable looting and rioting. I heard someone describe this as "COVID brain". Its when your ear is to the ground all the time, listening for the next vibratory alert. Its when you can't seem to escape the constant feeling of dread and despair. It's not being able to concentrate on anything for very long. It's not wanting to go out and risk exposure, wearing a mask and being frustrated by the other madness of science deniers and selfish self-centered people who don't like being inconvenienced. Like I do? It's true. The trouble is you think you have time. I remember thinking that before the world turned upside down in March. And I remember thinking that early on as we were shut in and shut down. But it is not true. You don't have time. Time is not something you have. The time, my friends, is now. And that is why I am writing this, and why I am feeling motivated once again, because if I don't do it now, when? When? To carpe diem has never been more important. |
Rob McMurray,
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