I would like to think that my ruminations in a sickly head have some application to a healthy head. At least I have a wise friend to advise and nurture me physically.
Lately I cannot blog much because things are too jumbled. I cannot write more than one word at a time. I’m also embarrassed to air certain things. I don’t know where the line always is between things I’m irrationally ashamed of and legitimate shyness or privacy. The shame is probably not good.

That is why it can be good to get sick. You can do more hard-core soul-searching, and weed out some of these discrepancies. I have developed a very deep respect for learning. My first forays into it were more out of survival and experimentation. Now it is daily nourishment. I think this enjoyment enhances the value of the learning. I don’t tend to question it anymore. I don’t bother to second-guess. If I can feel that something feeds my wisdom, then I’m a happy camper.

originally published on 4/18/11