Walter Logeman: Journal
I am an avid Journaller. This blog is my public Journal. I’m always wanting to improve the note taking process.
I’m now using Obsidian for private notes. Here is a person who does that publicly, lovely
https://notes.nitinpai.in/Entries/Heaven+of+Freedom/How+do+we+achieve+Tagore’s+vision%3F#Colophon
Love it!
Ten highlights of a hard year. In photos.
1. I posted here every month and looking over the posts I see how much I enjoy doing that, especially images.
Easy to repeat a few favourites:
The above are all my efforts, and here is one from a solo tramping trip up the Hope river that was also a highlight:
2. Tramping the Routeburn with Kate
And we went on to do the East Matuki
3. Painting with grandchildren:
4. Couple therapy Training
5. Theatre of Spontaneity at the Quakers
6. Journal Writing
7. Getting a new cat. Tom.
8. Writing an article for the Journal
https://aanzpa.org/wp-content/uploads/AANZPA2021WEB-0721Logeman.pdf
9. Biology Expeditions with Grandchildren
10. Warming up to a lifestyle transition
I had an insight this week. Its profound, though it will sound like a cliche. I’m not a cliche.
I’ve been sick. That knocked me down a peg. Two weeks of virus. Not covid, got tested. But the feelings that went with the flu were bigger than I used to have with a bug like that. Age. I’m 77. That means the question “Will this flu ever end?” wakes me up, my health is more fragile than it has been, anything can happen. Covid. This year I had psychodrama events planned all over the calendar, and also events with colleagues. In the second half of the year, nothing. Everything cancelled. That was 2021, 2020 was worse. Add this: bypass surgery in March 2020, has taken a toll. In unexpected ways, the surgery worked well, but sleep problems with restless legs creeps in deep every night (pills help). Ah, pills also impact my mood. And the recovery took a long time… perhaps its ongoing. The recovery impacted my relationship with Kate. We grappled with our relationship this year. Successfully. And the outcome is that Kate has leapt into a new phase of self loving. I’m good, but the process has shaken me. We are in a transition: looking for a place where she can live with her horses and her need for rural spaciousness is satisfied. Selling and buying. Loss and adventure. Transition. In 2019 I retired from 50 years of work as a psychotherapist. That means before 2020 came I was already in in a life transition. One that was not processed when the heart attack came along. A retirement transition. Ongoing.
So here is the insight:
A flood of life changes impacts identity.
A sense of identity is built on some things that don’t change. A change here or there can be worked through. Too many and something can break. A fracture in the identity container is a stress.
So now I am falling. Surrendering. Surfing a decline. Perhaps I’ll learn to fly? Maybe there is a landing place?
Those notions are from a poem Kate got from her mother:
“When you come to the edge of all of the light you’ve known, and are about to step off into the darkness of the unknown; faith is knowing one of two things will happen. You’ll have something solid to stand on, or you’ll be taught how to fly.”
I lack the faith.
But the fall is ok.
Unleashed
compare to the apple event earlier this year
I did get a new MBP
Unleashed indeed
I love the smell of ebooks! I collect them. I highlight bits. I pop bits into this blog. I have mostly Epub or Kindle versions. I convert Kobi to epub I find audio versions. All that is a form of sniffing!
Lately I have been delighted by Readwise. They found all my highlights and let me review them a few every few days. They also import them to Obsidian.
Where they look like this:
The real treat is this: The Next Chapter of Readwise: Our Own Reading App
I’m on the list and I can’t wait!
If you like the smell of books you will get in the queue.
This post is one in the long tradition here of looking at the psyche in cyberspace, this Reader is a revolution in the psyche.
I enjoy Austin Keon’s stuff — one of the newsletters I have not unsubbed from.
The thing is I get inspired. I’d love to do collage like that – I carry around a paste stick — and use it too!!
But
Inspiration is a distraction.
Keep the focus!
I walked from Windy Point to the Half-way Hut / Hope Shelter. Loved it.
There is a verse in this poem I may have put on this blog before, but here is the whole poem with that verse highlighted. It fits for me – recollecting my past but also still loving the bush. That verse is loaded with line after line that are each a “meme” on the internet. (the image above is nothing like the sylvan Wye but it is like the places I roam.)
Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye during a Tour. July 13, 1798
BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH
Continue reading “Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye during a Tour. July 13, 1798”
The iPad sends feature sets of photos every day. They do a great job. It’s like someone saying “Hey, I love this photos, I love your art!”
I did a lot of sketches (as I call them). The one the algorithm sent stands out from similar efforts at the time. Just the right balance of dark and light.
