Yes. It's true. I became a blogger and then faded away into non-bloggering. When I was in Moose Jaw I won an awesome t-shirt that says "peace" in a bunch of different languages and writing. It says shanti at the bottom. I said, "It's perfect because I have a blog called Shanti Shanna Lìmon...but I haven't written anything for ages."
So here I am. Writing. Blessed to be able to write and spell and use bad grammar and run-on sentences at will. To express soemthing in words, to express whatever it is I am expressing. Whatever it is you, dear reader, are finding to be meaning, perhaps, even, where there is none. But is there ever no meaning? Maybe. Is there always meaning? Maybe not. If one finds meaning then it is there, regardless of whether or not it was intended. So this leaves us with infinite possible meanings...leaving us where? Nowhere. And everywhere. All at the same time. This is a peaceful thought, no?
And so, I have begun my PhD and times are fun. I like learning. I love it. And languages! Theory. Beautiful humanities. So much less demand for objectivity. My French is improving daily. It is busy, yes. I am often rushing. Speed-reading. Multilingual classmates abound from all over the beautiful world. There is nothing I love more than hearing a Russian accent. I don't know why but I love it. It makes me feel so happy.
Blissed out on yoga. On meditating. Full moon. Sattva week-end. Strength sequence. Softening into strength. Fall is here. In the words of Xavier, "Don't know much about September. Feeling tender. Dead leaves on the ground. Dead leaves on the ground."
