I've been thinking about reeses pieces. I don't know what it is about that lovely combo of chocolate and peanut-butter that always seems to just take over. I've been thinking: why use just three colors? And what's the point for differentiating colors when they all taste the same? What is about these little pieces, even extra-terrestrials like ET know are a good thing?
I just really enjoyed eating those tonight with a fire and good book. Hmmm. And get this-I read for the sake of reading a book. The little reeses reminded me of good things I had forgotten about. I had forgotten how much I enjoyed reading for the sake of reading. I perused among the shelf and found a book with a penguin on the front which normally ends up on Oprah's shelf so I knew it was worthwhile. "At Home in Mitford" was written by Jan Karon who left the fast lane of advertising in the big city and moved away to a quaint town filled with quaint people. She is a personal translator of the secret longings of my soul.
Which reminded me of another piece I indulged in one of those seminary books- ["longing makes the heart deep."] Hmmmm.
For some reason I quiet longings especially after seeing so many recent longings fulfilled. I mean what else do I really have the right to long for? It has been good for recent bits of literature to remind me to long again. It is crystallizing.
I've been sipping on this idea of "longing" as well as orange spice tea with a dash of honey. It's quite a waltz.
Lastly, my fellow Cyberians, I'd like to make a declaration:
A declaration to write. To write in such a way that gives myself the freedom to write again and not just the writings that come from the "potential-sophisticated-correct-profound-me," but the "right-foot-left-foot-everyday-me" writings as well. It's a home-remedy for taking myself too seriously these days.
In my intro to Theology class we had to state, "Hello, my name is (Mandi) and I am a theologian." Whew. It's good to be out.
And one of our responsibilities as theologians is to practice the discipline of humor as a means to remember the futility of our lives. You know, a sort of eat, drink, be merry principle. So this will be a way of ignoring criticism, over-analytical, dissecting motivations that seem to cloud the beauty of the mind. And just maybe there will be less secret sheds of newspaper articles and red marker lines all over the walls of my mind.
Yes. I do declare.
