Tuesday, August 17, 2021

FRIENDSHIP LOVE LOYALTY BETRAYAL AND DEFENSIVE RAGE

Well—I certainly enjoyed a solid night’s sleep, last night, being that I was zonked from midnight until 11am!  Though I’m taking much less in the way of pain meds than the amount prescribed after surgery, this sleepiness must be consequential of an accumulation of those meds, over these initial weeks of healing.  (And I surmise that the intensity of the nerve pain, radiating down my right side, tired me out for several days, last week.)

Moving forward—my need to quarantine for a month in the aftermath of this most recent surgery should be lifted at the end of this coming week unless my surgeon expresses concern about surging numbers of Covid being admitted to hospitals, again—indicative of millions of people, having learned nothing from our last siege seeing as they feel free to continue to act in an irresponsible manner as though Covid is no biggie.  And based in their childish blindness, the rest of us pay a high price.

I believe, the ludicrous state of this on-going dilemma is in need of change from the top, suggesting Biden declaring a national emergency in which, rather than shutting down our economy and schools, again, masks and inoculations are mandated since elected state officials have been governing with paper bags over their heads for at least these past five years, and—enough is enough!  Though I know I’m repeating myself, repetition is not redundant when the goal is retention of need for less words, more action.

Though I’ve not yet recouped enough energy to enjoy visits with friends, I am missing heartfelt ‘in person’ interconnection, and that’s a good indication of healing taking place deep within my psyche, because this feeling is new, suggesting that my mind and body are readying themselves to resume heart-to-heart, face to face interaction with those I love after two years of life threatening illness.  And as my recovery is feeling peaceful, again, enough is enough concerning rehashing healing for today.πŸ™‚

As to mindful stimulation, the online Shakespeare class that I’ve been enjoying via Zoom, over these last several months, continues to be a Godsend, being that the study of Shakespearean plays and times has truly stimulated my natural appetite to enjoy, digest and discuss fine literature with like minds, who, like me, are participating in our weekly classes from all over the country, led by our instructor, Paul S., whose home base is in Seattle, and whose passion for anything Shakespeare inspires our discussions to compare Elizabethan times with life experienced, today.

As our lively discussions go on for close to two hours, I’m sure it will come as no surprise that I welcome a lengthy nap at the end of each Friday morning class, which is thoroughly enjoyed.

Each series of six classes is described as No Fear Shakespeare, because the text we use offers each play in old English with a modern English translation on the facing page, and as no tests loom overhead and no papers are required, no pressure to excel darkens the lighthearted learning environment that brings together people from all walks of life, who seek to enjoy the social aspects of coming together, once a week, as much as is true of me.

We just completed our six week discussion of King Lear.  And after a break for a couple of weeks, we’ll be eager to delve into Othello in which themes relating to friendship, love, loyalty, betrayal and defensive fury are sure to stimulate literary discussions of a passionate nature.

As we discuss one act per week, very little time is expended between one Friday morning gathering and the next unless a member of the class chooses to offer a five minute presentation of some aspect of the play or Elizabethan times for the rest of the class.

And now that I’ve described my current interest in enjoying The Bard as casually as can be imagined, I’ve stimulated my own mind to read act one of Othello as soon as I’ve posted today’s thoughts sent to each of you, wrapped in my warmest hugs

(Again, if I’m being more repetitive than my awareness chooses to realize, I hope you’ll forgive me, as even intuitive trains of thought tend to get loopy when pain meds are had.)

πŸ™‹πŸ»‍♀️πŸ”†πŸŒ»Annie

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