Often in the early days you would type individual paragraphs on half sheets of newsprint and the last half sheet would just have – 30 — on it. The half sheets would allow editors to rearrange your story at will before sending it onto the typographers.
Thank you for reminding me that it's okay not to finish or not to do anything at all. There's a lot of that going on in my household these days. Jeff got a new pair of jammies and he's become gloriously slothful in them. Our weekend mornings are getting longer and longer until eventually, they'll meld into bedtimes. That's when we'll know we've accomplished something meaningful.
I have discovered the true joy of doing nothing. I gave up my video solitaire, which had been consuming much too much time, telling myself I would only play one day a week. And I can only read so much; I get overwhelmed. So now I just relax in the recliner, clear my mind, and let the Universe, whose only language is love, take over.
Beautiful musings. I feel so much Celtic spirituality in your writing!
It was special to meet you today.
Regarding the caret ^ : I make good use of it in passwords, along with names of dearly departed relatives. It signifies "gone up to heaven"!
Oh, and I love what you wrote about stillness.
Great idea for the caret! Thanks about stillness.
I particularly liked today’s first poem. Thank you.
what a lovely collection of thoughts, stories, poems, photos. love the xmas halloween house! so, "30"...?
--30-- is old newspaper shorthand for “the end.”
Often in the early days you would type individual paragraphs on half sheets of newsprint and the last half sheet would just have – 30 — on it. The half sheets would allow editors to rearrange your story at will before sending it onto the typographers.
Thank you for reminding me that it's okay not to finish or not to do anything at all. There's a lot of that going on in my household these days. Jeff got a new pair of jammies and he's become gloriously slothful in them. Our weekend mornings are getting longer and longer until eventually, they'll meld into bedtimes. That's when we'll know we've accomplished something meaningful.
I have discovered the true joy of doing nothing. I gave up my video solitaire, which had been consuming much too much time, telling myself I would only play one day a week. And I can only read so much; I get overwhelmed. So now I just relax in the recliner, clear my mind, and let the Universe, whose only language is love, take over.
It sounds lovely.