KINDA PERSONAL

Saturday
August 1st 2020

Manhattan Window View
Looking East

5:30 a.m.

“Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”

Mark Twain

I am in need of kindness. My chronic digestive condition has gotten a grip on my equanimity and I've been under the weather through Saturday.
(https://badgut.org/information-centre/a-z-digestive-topics/collagenous-colitis/)

8 p.m
Looking West

 Midnight
Calmer now with over the counter medication and stomach soothing tea.

Sunday
August 2nd
semi-sleepless night
6 a.m. Looking East

 77 degrees, humid, rain expected.
Looking West

Spent the last hour in tedious monthly bill paying preparation. Then made watery white basmati rice for breakfast. I'm out of 'cream of rice' and it's actually hard to find, especially these pandemic days (((sigh))). The push to open up has resulted in a surge of positive cases beginning to be evident. I knew it was wrong, but unfortunately the politicians are not yet willing to go into lock-down. I am already in virtual lock down and will only go out for food, post office and bank.
Meanwhile
A Nap
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WINTER or SPRING? WHAT'S TRUE?

The shadow knows.

Can anyone really discover the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth?
(Bus-stop Signage from The New York Times)

Just a few days before on the altar at the Zendo the simple truth of this single flower.

While walking home Wednesday, a balmy evening, these Lenten Rose were blooming behind a fence announcing Spring truthfully.
(see link)

Bach
The truth of my joy in listening.

https://youtu.be/wqhR37qSUMA

Body Truth
I've been laid up in bed since Friday when the temperature plunged from 70 to 19 degrees.  My chronic condition, diagnosed in July of 2016 (see link if you wish details), rose up and attacked, so I'm feasting on white rice and broth, and even resorted to an over the counter medication that may put things back in order.  I've been treating it with just a fiber free diet recommended by the Mayo clinic and, for the most part it's been okay.  But now and then it flares. Sleep, of course, is my first defense.
(Jackie Morris ink in my hallway)

Sunday Concert
This will be true if I am recovered enough to accept the gift my friend Michael, a participating member of the Chorale, has secured for me:

"Seeing Double: Music for Double Choir"
The concert's centerpiece--20th-century Swiss composer Frank Martin’s luminously beautiful, at-times insanely challenging, and rarely performed Mass for Double Choir a cappella. It was an intensely personal work for the composer--alternately grand and intimate, and powerful and pleading. Featured pieces will also include selections from Felix Mendelssohn's Drei Psalmen (op. 78) and Dreamscape, a lush, haunting and ethereal setting of the words of Edgar Allan Poe, by our Artistic Director Colin Britt. 
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LINKS
Lenten Rose
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hellebore
Chronic Condition
http://www.badgut.org/information-centre/a-z-digestive-topics/collagenous-colitis/