The Pursuit of Happiness

So it's late, dear Reader, and I need to sleep. But before I do, I wanted to give you a little prep for our next discussion. This is Dr. Jill Bolte Taylor, a neuroanatomist who had something extraordinary happen to her.

Her story is powerful to different people for different reasons. But as the astute Reader will recall, I am somewhat hard on myself. For me, Dr. Taylor's speech below is a path that leads from a world where my mind never ceases to chatter about how I've failed to a world where I can again feel connected, whole, and happy.

For someone who lives almost entirely now in my left brain, I think I may have needed a left brain understanding of the problem in order to find some ray of hope--some inkling of grace in the ash-strewn wasteland of my mental and emotional desolation.

Anyway, please watch, to contextualize my comments, and perhaps you'll be kind enough to share what you think...

Out of the Mouth of Babes

"Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings hast thou ordained strength because of thine enemies, that thou mightest still the enemy and the avenger."
Psalm 8:2

This beautiful little angel goes by the nom de guerre of Davey Wavey. He's pretty extraordinary, no? Young, charming, and preternaturally positive. He's also a good reminder for this old crow that not everything is gloom and doom. There are still handsome babies out there making sweet video posts in their briefs.

Thank God.

For those noble souls who are still reading after my long pause, thank you. You've earned the capital R on Reader. I just haven't felt very insightful, clever, or particularly gifted lately. I'm working on it.

Star Trek

Not much to say lately. In a pretty dark place.

Like space.

Like the final frontier.