Saturday, April 26, 2008
Looking forward to February 3
Today's recipe for allergic reaction included buckets of oak pollen blowing around under a sultry hot sun. Getting out into the fray was like asking for it. I did go out in the most limited way I could so as to take care of business.
By the time I got home around 3:00, I was a mess. Another huge box of kleenex bit the dust in spite of all my efforts to stem the tide of congestion. Oak pollen vs. Reya? The result is never pretty - for me anyway. Same as it ever was. So I shut the window, sat in front of the television and blew my nose while the pollen sifted and shook through the trees and into the streets.
Luckily for me, one of my favorite movies of all time, Groundhog Day, was on. Someday I have to read the book versions, by Ouspensky, the other by Nietzsche. Some day! Not today, though.
Halfway through the film I began to wonder how many times I've watched it. I can only guess, but I think I must have seen it all the way through at least a dozen times. There's some kind of algorhythmic pattern involved in repeated viewings of this movie. It's holographic. Or something.
In many ways, my days, weeks, months and years at Healing Arts constitute a repeating pattern. Getting out of there will break the spell of my own private Groundhog Day. That's a good thing.
After trying many different approaches to getting through the day, Bill Murray's character figures out that the only way to tolerate the repetitive patterns of life is to be kind, compassionate, artful, generous and loving.
I know I've aged rather dramatically over the last six years, oh yeah. Have I evolved, though? Beats me. I hope so.