My hermit life

Linda's House

2024

Final notes

I've been trying to get back to writing and commentary, but as I let events and controversies pass, I've come to the conclusion my writing is all very inconsequential.  

I've imagined attempting to sum up my thoughts, to finish this or that narrative, but I am perfectly content to leave all of that unfinished, incomplete, as it were.

I also no longer have much to say.  So many people online are disoriented and misled.  I'm appalled at how many Catholics have turned against Pope Francis, while so many in our country continue to support Trump, are pro-Putin and superstitiously anticipating ridiculous developments based upon an eclipse of the sun, associated QAnon myths and private revelations.  There is no way to discuss any of that seriously.

I might add, that since Darold died, I've become even more solitary, save for family visits now and then.  I've been letting things and acquaintances go, so to speak.  

It's not that you don't love them anymore.

You're trying to remember something

too important to forget.

Trees. The monastery bell at twilight.

Tell them you have a new project.

It will never be finished. - Naomi Shihab Nye

So, I don't expect to be posting anything except perhaps my latest painting - and that mostly on the art blog.