Well, a sense of normal is returning slowly. Eating its way into Wonderland where rabbits host tea parties and life is a bright blue dress, blonde hair and Maryjanes. Too bad. But good thing it came upon me quickly and that Jo-Ann’s Fabrics didn’t stock a bolt of orange cloth and checking out a few more stores unsuccessfully took up the morning so I did not have time to shave my head in preparation of further contemplation of the intricate simplicities of life.
I am motivated by a growing hunger of many forms and so have wandered into my shop to perhaps do a little work and earn a meal. But it is still cold in here, and the fire from the propane stove is pulling me to its comforting warmth. And, in my newly recovered sanity I have thought to bring along a book to read–part of my new awareness of the need to budget time. However, it is Didascalicon.
Intimidating book. Until I, never one to challenge authority when I can circumvent it more proficiently and effectively, dared give the book a closer look to find…! Only one third of the book is by Hugh of Saint Victor. The rest are notes revealing how to understand this book on understanding reading. Not quite so daunting now, and having gotten through just a few pages well over a month ago, I am returning to the meat of the matter. Yes, I will go it alone, and spurn the helpful hints unless I need them. At least in this first reading. There will be many more, I’m sure of that, and full understanding will come with time and exploration.
I do hope this does not serve to further confuse me. The mind is such a delicate and precise balance and so easily upset by feathers.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology