lollyblogging

When I started this blog I was unfamiliar with the term lollyblogging. Like so many apt symbols in my life, it's built in to the name of the thing.

I'm slow sometimes, sometimes I'm erratic. I think it's true of human beings in general that when things aren't settled, aren't OK, we look for stabilizing factors. Often those times turn out to be when people write their great works - or so I tell myself. And I think that's because a big project can feel like a routine, it can be comforting.

What can I say? I'm not like that. Wish I were.

When things are unstable I think. Some people would call it worrying, I don't think that describes it completely - I think things through, sometimes I start to write but then guilt sets in because I should be doing something and that something should be unpleasant because sorting out problems is an unpleasant task - isn't it? Doesn't it have to be?

Well, I'm thinking about that now.

Just looked at the clock and caught it at 11:11. A few people have told me that when you see the clock like that it's the universe's way of telling you to pause and think about who you really are.

I think, for starters, I'm off the hook.

I think that's how it has to be to ever accomplish anything authentic.

This week three small things occurred to me:

1.) President Obama is what the writer of the new testament meant by loaves and fishes. He's just one guy doing what's right for his family, his country, his job but because he does that, everybody is fed. We're all nourished by a strong example - it's a metaphor, multiplication of sustenance, something substantial, shared cannot help but multiply. I like that.

2.) It is possible to see every example of seemingly fantastical or mythological things in everyday life. It happens all the time, we've just forgotten how to look. Constantly dismissing things has been fashionable for years, it's tiresome, I'm not doing it anymore. I'm posting a picture of the old testament burning bush at the bottom of this page. It's real, anyone could have seen it - it's not literal. We just have to learn to raise our heads once in a while.

3.) The serpent in the garden of Eden was the penis. I have very little doubt of this and if I did it would only take a few conversations with men about how they are ruled by that organ and how they can't help it and how they need porn or secret masturbation fantasies or close encounters with chat-based cheating because they can't overcome the compulsion of the dick. Well, women like sex too. If we like it enough to learn about it, society frames us as whores - serpent - knowledge - apple - expulsion. It's all there.

I'm not accusing, I'm just trying to make an honest peace with it.