Saturday, October 1, 2022

THIS NEW YEAR IS PROMISING

I really hope these meds are targeting cancer cells.  I have very little energy, but do not feel sick, and compared to my last two, lengthy experiences with chemo that’s a blessing as Will, has not found me lying on the floor, more unconscious than not and too weak to call out, having had to rush me to the hospital, several times, for blood transfusions and antibiotics via IV infusion).

This new year promises personal growth in maturity continuing to develop

This new year promises hopes for new methods of curing cancer

This new year promises to be mentally stimulating as this week, I enrolled in a class (along with my friend, Michael Schuffler). devoted to the study of Jane Austen.

Yesterday, I began to reread Sense and Sensibility, which I’d enjoyed many years ago.  My mind feels happily revitalized with a sense of eagerness, knowing that three novels presented within three weekly  seminars, each offering enjoyable zoom discussions led by an English professor out of NY, are directly ahead.r

Our Shakespeare class (offering ten, two hour sessions devoted to the study of Richard III via Zoom) is also resuming, now that our leader, an instructor at a college in Seattle, has healed from a lengthy illness that saw our class cancelled, last spring.

Though, over these past three years, much of each day has been spent reading, time spent with these insightful authors feels enjoyably productive, knowing that my hunger for delicious discussions is about to be assuaged.

 Via Zoom, I’m eager to reconnect with classmates, who’ve become friends, and whose admiration concerning the brilliance of The Bard equals my own.  And I’m also eager to meet new friends with whom I’ll enjoy discussing Austen’s wisdom and wit, clearly displayed in three novels, though the brilliance of this young female author was published anonymously (at the age of twenty-one), because societal decorum dictated that writing (with brilliance) was certainly unfeminine …

If one fact stands tall above all others, it is this—during Shakespeare’s time (some 400 years ago) and Austen’s time of publication (at some point during the Napoleonic Wars (1797–1815) and our time, today,  both sides of human nature prove unchanged (during my lifetime, Nazi Germany was a cold hearted killing machine.  Currently, Neo-Nazism is alive and kicking throughout the USA. At any time, an impassioned lust for power, unchecked, suggests that those who rule may be heartlessly ruthless to the point of barbaric. 

Throughout history and the world at large, people continue to insult, demean, excommunicate, torture, rape and brutalize ‘others’, every day.

Why is human nature so difficult to moderate, even during modern times?

That, my friends, is a topic to uncover in a post yet to come … as to now, Richard III and Sense and Sensibility vie for my attention, and so—TALLY HO! 

🙋🏻‍♀️Annie

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