“… hot as fluzions in that little front room.” – The Ponder Heart, by Eudora Welty
Out came the Canadian Oxford Dictionary (my favourite and most-thumbed book) when I saw this word. No luck. Then I looked it up in online dictionaries, and still find it nowhere. If you have any idea what it means, please do say so.
This was the first Welty book I’ve read and it was unique and entertaining, more so (the entertaining part, anyway) than stories written by Flannery O’Connor or poetry collections by Edna St. Vincent Millay, both of which were set aside fairly soon after beginning them. No scholar, me; I only finish what grabs my attention and leads me by the nose.
Birdie, I still love books more than anything. Podcasts are for when I’m doing dishes or lying in bed with the light off. Audiobooks are for driving, when I can’t be doing anything else; otherwise they’re too slow (I read faster than a narrator can talk, so prefer to read). Is there anything better than an audiobook on a long drive? I think not.
Lorna, I’ve picked up (from the library) the third in the Elly Griffiths series you recommended and want to get through my last book order before getting started on it and the others in this stack.
Last night I listened to an interview with Eckhart Tolle on “Oprah’s Supersoul Sunday” podcast. That woman interrupts and talks over her guests too often and for too long, which is annoying as hell. I’ll have to go elsewhere to hear more of what Tolle has to say; what I did hear was so practical. He is the first person who’s reinforced my sense that simply sitting and “being” is just as wise as meditation. It’s all about stillness, baby, and making space for being present right now.
We have a couple inches of heavy wet snow on the ground and in the trees this morning. “Normally it would be pretty,” said Scott before throwing on clothes and going to give a bale to the cattle, “but not right now.” All the crop isn’t off yet.
Do you give much thought to your dreams? I’ve had some doozies lately, the kind that leave me thinking about them for days after. Sometimes I never do figure out what the insight in them was, if any. I’ve been thrown against a wall, frightened while climbing down a vertical rocky mountain, and freaked out at finding myself pregnant — and all that is just this week.
Check out this method of working with dreams: