I don’t believe in multi-tasking, but I’m starting to believe in occupying my body while I let my mind roam around. I’m not sure yet what the difference is.
Discipline isn’t not quitting. Discipline is always starting over again.
Information isn’t knowledge, and knowledge isn’t wisdom.
Pleasure, fun, and happiness are not the same as joy.
Power isn’t the same as security.
Words are not different from graphics. Letters are graphic symbols. I was going to say that letters and words aren’t images of objects, but that’s wrong. Words aren’t pictures of objects, but they are images that evoke objects (along with ideas, experiences, dreams, etc., etc., etc., ad infinitum). This seems so obvious to me now that I feel obliged to apologize to all visuals artists, makers of graphs and charts, calligraphers, photographers, and filmmakers.
All writers deal in graphics, all the time.
I realized this because I have been meditating on an almost daily basis for the past several months using a book called Making a Change for Good: A Guide to Compassionate Self Discipline, by Cheri Huber. The book has been shifting me about inside.
I acquired the book through my partner—a wonderful person—who acquired it through this trainer, who, though I’ve only met her once and have never worked out with her, I consider delightful and deep hearted.
Long story short (too late), after the book entranced me, as I searched for my own copy I encountered comments about it on some website or other where people order books and leave reviews about them. Generally, I don’t acquire books online, and I’ve never reviewed a book on those kinds of sites, but as I looked at the reviews of Making a Change for Good, I found a number of commenters criticizing the book because it uses the font Comic Sans.
Three things occurred to me.
First, if you are the kind of person who cannot read a book simply because it employs a perfectly readable font, this book might be essential reading for you.
Second, I wonder whether the author chose that font for exactly that reason.
Third, the fact that, by itself, the shapes of letters on a page can produce an emotional response proves that letters and words are graphics.
I decided to return to this blog because I was recently reading a post on this blog, whose author I also consider a delightful person, and it startled and flattered me to see that she had my blog listed on her blog roll though I haven’t posted here in ages.
And it struck me then how much it matters—at least to me—to voice as honestly and thoughtfully as possible, the way we see and experience the world. I want to underline the “honest” and “thoughtful” aspects. I know that my own view of the world is, no doubt, flawed and limited; I know that I have my biases and have made my wrong turns. But if I make and explore them in the right spirit, even my mistakes can benefit others. And me. I think.
I hope you find the genuinely sacred in something today.