You know your Shakespeare, don’t you?
Winter thoughts 1
For some I know, or knew, there may be something in that allusion, or not. I am in no position to say. You see, while back-editing here I came upon a post that very briefly mentioned a lunch — and an excellent lunch it was — a few years back. This post came with a link, which I checked, expecting to find nothing changed, because this was one of the more inactive members of the blogosphere. Imagine my surprise when I came upon a string of heart-felt entries from earlier this year dealing with those profound experiences we all have from time to time, though of course each one is unique too. I refer to death, loss, and the ending of relationships. These posts were deeply honest, but probably not the kind of thing one should publish, at least I thought that about one of them. An open blog just can’t be a private journal, not in any real sense, because it is after all published. That means anyone may happen along, as I did, and read it.
I left no comment, but of course would have left a trace; I was also referred to a more recent less personal blog through a link on the uber-personal one, and have to say I warmed to it rather because the politics are very like my own. Of course I can’t link to it, as that would give away identities, wouldn’t it. But I will keep an eye on the blog, and if it goes on I may refer another time in a way so divorced from this context that no-one would ever join the dots.
I did very obliquely let those concerned know that I had stumbled on the recent entry, a psychological profile in fact of one party, which was kind of interesting but very hard to form any conclusions about — except that people and circumstances do indeed change.
I feel for both, actually, and certainly didn’t read what was there (to be read by anyone who happened along) in a spirit of voyeurism; it is quite literally none of my business, though I was somewhat moved, could not fail to be, because I do know some of the history and was, well, a witness and a bystander to a degree at one time. And I do wonder about the effect, for good or ill, of the comments.
Ah life, not so easy at times.
I did note the rather too revealing blog has since closed its doors, probably a very good move.
Winter thoughts 2
July is winter, you know; all those people living on the wrong side of the planet simply get it all wrong…
It was on such a winter night eighteen years ago that I first met M. That was quite indisputably life-changing, though at the time it was an ordinary enough meeting.
But this is a blog, not a private journal. 🙂
This winter is one of great change for me too, I have to say, and attrition also in some respects. I can’t elaborate, because this isn’t a… etc.
Winter thoughts 3
I really can’t get excited, one way or another, about the impending Papal Visit here in Sydney. Yes, he is an interesting character, and the occasion is an interesting occasion, and I will no doubt find it impinges directly on me because I live a hop step and a jump from a major pilgrimage route.
I can’t get fussed about the recently arrived corpse either, one way or the other. Catholics have had a thing about corpses for centuries, and bits of the true cross, and all that; we Protestants tend to shake our heads over that, but to each his own, whether it’s a Buddha’s tooth, or a pickled Lenin, a pickled Mao, or King Tut, or a stuffed philosopher in the London School of Economics. Some would say it is we who have the problem with death and corpses, not the Catholics (or Buddhists).
Nor can I have conniptions about Australia being an incipient theocracy. Nonsense, I say. Or no more so than it was during World War I when Mannix exercised such an effect on the Conscription Debate. Now Tibet, there you once had a genuine theocracy; Vatican City of course still is; Iran arguably was in the Ayatollah’s day and to a degree still is.
So I will regard the Papal Visit with mixed interest and indifference, so much so that you will see this is a link-free post. 😉 But I won’t be protesting in the streets about it. I will, on the other hand, probably be at Pitt Street Uniting Church on the 13th where GLBT people are claiming their space.
But the NSW government really has gone over the top with its draconian law against “nuisance” during the Papal Visit; the Catholic Church maintains they did not request such a reaction. Perhaps, post APEC, we can thank The Chaser Team as much as anyone for this latest Police and Government over-reaction. Some noses were severely out of joint, I suspect.
Good for you, Frank Brennan!