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Sandalwood and the sea
Jun. 7th, 2004 11:26 am...the scent of Sunday evening's sumptuous relaxation is now drifting away from the house. Got to get busy.
The weekend was fine. We had a cheerful picnic with November Girl and Captain Blushblush at latter chum's old riverside haunt, followed by an excellent game of stabface. The six year old in my soul was delighted by a)succeeding and b)my character's new familiar, a funky little shocker lizard.It wasn't the easiest session to get into, between froth about the HG, real life stuff and a joke which well outlived its shelf-life, but once we got going we rocked, and much was cool.
Rugby Queen has lent me the memoirs of Queen Noor of Jordan, wife to the late King Hussein. It's fascinating, though I have barely started it. A lot of my life has been spent dreaming of legendary lands, among them those of the Bible. They are all here, Ammon and Jericho, Canaan and the Sea of Galilee. For years my father worked in various sandy holes in the middle east, and sent me back evocative portraits of camel-riders on white dunes and huge starry expanses over the deserts. The poet in his soul was moved, the engineer exasperated, and the drunk desperate to get out before Sideeki ate his brain. I wanted to wander the siq of Petra and find more lost temples. Still do. Yet I have really no understanding of these people or their politics. All I have is the romance of it.
Watched the D-Day commemorations on Sunday morning, tears in my eyes, not knowing why. Wondering what would have happened if we had lost. Watching these words as I type them, knowing that they would never have been written, that this mind would never have strung these thoughts together. I am suddenly aware of the being behind me, the one looking out through the eyes of this body, and the reality of history, moving, alive, happening.
History is the accumulation of experience recorded, but never dead. I can't believe I am part of it, still so ignorant and unlearned, as facets flash before my eyes on screen or page, and I am given the chance to base opinions on other people's opinions, to learn or to ignore.
Living now means learning fast. I think I just hit the 21st century. Naturally, I have no idea how I got here.
The weekend was fine. We had a cheerful picnic with November Girl and Captain Blushblush at latter chum's old riverside haunt, followed by an excellent game of stabface. The six year old in my soul was delighted by a)succeeding and b)my character's new familiar, a funky little shocker lizard.It wasn't the easiest session to get into, between froth about the HG, real life stuff and a joke which well outlived its shelf-life, but once we got going we rocked, and much was cool.
Rugby Queen has lent me the memoirs of Queen Noor of Jordan, wife to the late King Hussein. It's fascinating, though I have barely started it. A lot of my life has been spent dreaming of legendary lands, among them those of the Bible. They are all here, Ammon and Jericho, Canaan and the Sea of Galilee. For years my father worked in various sandy holes in the middle east, and sent me back evocative portraits of camel-riders on white dunes and huge starry expanses over the deserts. The poet in his soul was moved, the engineer exasperated, and the drunk desperate to get out before Sideeki ate his brain. I wanted to wander the siq of Petra and find more lost temples. Still do. Yet I have really no understanding of these people or their politics. All I have is the romance of it.
Watched the D-Day commemorations on Sunday morning, tears in my eyes, not knowing why. Wondering what would have happened if we had lost. Watching these words as I type them, knowing that they would never have been written, that this mind would never have strung these thoughts together. I am suddenly aware of the being behind me, the one looking out through the eyes of this body, and the reality of history, moving, alive, happening.
History is the accumulation of experience recorded, but never dead. I can't believe I am part of it, still so ignorant and unlearned, as facets flash before my eyes on screen or page, and I am given the chance to base opinions on other people's opinions, to learn or to ignore.
Living now means learning fast. I think I just hit the 21st century. Naturally, I have no idea how I got here.
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