6 You will hear of wars and rumors of wars. See that you aren’t troubled, for all this must happen, but the end is not yet. 7 For nation will rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom; and there will be famines, plagues, and earthquakes in various places. 8 But all these things are the beginning of birth pains. 9 “Then they will deliver you up to oppression and will kill you. You will be hated by all of the nations for my name’s sake. 10 Then many will stumble, and will deliver up one another, and will hate one another. 11 Many false prophets will arise and will lead many astray. 12 Because iniquity will be multiplied, the love of many will grow cold. 1 3 But he who endures to the end will be saved.
I came across this beauty today. What intense detail and vibrancy!!!!???? And with colored pencils??? Absolutely amazing. David Morrison. Very talented.
Morrison mentions Wabi Sabi…Now, that happens to be my thing – or at least one of them.
I am intrigued by the incomplete and the stunning beauty of imperfection, along with the natural wear and tear of nature.
And the intentionally incomplete? – noticing the beauty of that suspended moment? – It definitely influences my work.
I’m currently putting together a project.
I am experimenting and trying to come up with a ‘novel’ (pun intended!) way to present/’tell’/publish a collection of fiction I have written. I want to weave them together into a complex, endless’ tale.
I’m going to house this expanding tapestry of interwoven tales and tangled fibers of fiction in its own site…hopefully soon.
I can see that this project has many ‘wabi-sabi’ characteristics.
My project? My work? Long story…and complicated…but what isn’t ‘complicated’ nowadays????
I mentioned procrastinating in the previous entry. It’s true. I did. Procrastinate. I wanted to go public with a journal. But I was putting it off.
This is why: Start with Zappa.
“Too many books, so little time.” – Frank Zappa
He was right—I get it. As a reader, I feel that very same thing at times.
But I don’t agree simply because there are tons of books and hardly any time to read them.
In general, the quote resonates because it points out what it feels like to have too much of one thing and be limited by too little of another. As in my version of that observation:
“Too many things to note and jot, so little time.” – Sosanni V
That feeling/observation is actually what stalled me and kept me from creating this journal for quite a while. But I eventually worked around that. (Obviously.)
But I’m glad I started the journal today, because tomorrow is April Fool’s Day.
I wouldn’t want to start my journal on that day. I am so weird that way.
Superstitious.
Looking for the ‘auspicious’ and the ‘ominous’ in random things? Even regarding ‘April Fool’s Day’? Yup.
Well, not really. I’m not looking for the ‘omens’. lol…
It’s actually the word ‘fool‘ that makes me cringe when I hear April Fools Day.
Because that word now bears more meaning than it ever did before – to me, at least.
The fool.
To me, it used to mean the silly, rather ‘reckless/without thought’ person.
Eh…ok…not a big deal…So April Fool’s Day? Silliness, but harmless. That’s what I used to think.
But lately, the word fool has taken on another meaning for me.
When I hear the word fool, I tend to think of the word with its Biblical meaning – a meaning I never knew years ago.
Like so many other things, the Biblical meaning of that word portrays more and more of a sign of the times.
The Biblical meaning? I am not the expert, but I do know that Fool is used in the Old Testament…and this quote comes to mind.
“Fools speak foolishness and make evil plans.” (Isaiah 32:6)
However, here is what really rings close to home.
Jesus used the word ‘fool‘ while making a very serious accusation, calling out the Pharisees. “You fools”, He said, while addressing them.
He actually used the Greek word “αφρoνες” – ‘Aphron/ plural Aphrones’. That word is translated as ‘fool’, but it’s Greek definition literally means ‘without reason/mind‘.
“Fool” takes on a meaning beyond ‘silly ‘. It also means being without mind—being ‘senseless’ and ‘crazed.’
So – back to the procrastination I mentioned in the first lines… It comes as no surprise to me that I really wanted to hit the keyboard with this journal starting today.
Not Tomorrow.
Start writing my journal on April Fool’s Day? It is a day that celebrates the fool.
And when I hear the word fool I think of Jesus’ definition of a fool…. Especially now.
There were fools, madmen, and senseless people walking about and creating chaos during Jesus’ time.
And I’m sure that fools never stopped circulating about, destroying society for the generations that followed…up to now.
History repeats itself.
Now. What does ‘now‘ even mean if history keeps on repeating itself?
Now could mean our unique contemporary take on an old problem.
OR.
Now could mean ‘same shit, different day’.
That notion, ‘same shit, different day‘, reminds me of a line from King Lear…
(Will Shakespeare was a crafty wordsmith, wasn’t he…regardless of whether or not some believe it was Sir Frances Bacon at work penning away with the nom de plume of Shakespeare.)
Anyway. Fool & Same Shit Different Day? Those ‘concepts; remind me of this:
It is a line from Shakespeare’s King Lear that comes to mind.
A no brainer.
and here I am – feeling as if we are living in a world reminiscent of what Will of the Shakespeares described.
and here I am—baking brioche and creating a journal as madness grabs hold of the world.
Today I started this notebook. I was putting it off – there was always something coming up demanding my time, allowing me to procrastinate journaling online.
And here I am. On my favorite armchair with my laptop. I can smell the brioche I just baked. It’s cooling on the rack in the kitchen.
Brioche. Some might say, “A fussy bread for demanding palates.”
I’m not a big fan, but I made it anyway. I am more of a focaccia, baguette, and rustic artisanal round loaf person.
Earlier, I rummaged through my drawer and found an old lipstick—my favorite shade—that was used up, worn to the nub, and down to the metal. Don’t know why I kept it. I was looking at it, just sort of staring at it – in wonder.
“Painted smiles” came to mind. As I threw out the tube, I realized I threw out a tool for creating masks.
The lipstick was a cylinder of painted performance. Something I once thought I needed to be seen properly.
The brioche, in the kitchen, performed its display of sophistication and wealth – a bread bearing a rich dose of butter and eggs.
Every time I think ‘brioche,’ I think Marie Antoinette.
You know, with her famous line—”Let them eat cake.”
They say it wasn’t even cake — something closer to brioche. The story changes depending on who tells it.
And she probably never muttered that line—although she could have. It sounds like something she could have said.
I am thinking about the lipstick I threw in the garbage. Expensive. Although I don’t bother with lipstick now, I did wear it all the time for years.
At one time, I considered it a must. Felt naked without it. Wouldn’t go out with its smear. It’s a painted touch.
No different from what a powdered wig was to the ladies back then – another kind of costume, worn until it became indistinguishable from the person.
And I made a brioche.
A rustic loaf doesn’t have the same ‘finesse,’ I suppose?
You know, the Earl of Sandwich was said to have ‘invented’ the sandwich. Is that why it ‘caught on’?
