The cold & the coals & the flaming batons

The cold affects me. So does social media. I can’t tell you how tempting it is to not push through these decisions of what to write about and how to begin and how to write about it, and instead go see about pink dots and red dots and green dots and if no dots then instead go look at what other people are doing and writing and make subtle judgements upon it which I insidiously believe will enhance my skill set but I also know from experience that it just leads to a big fall down the rabbit hole with ultimately more to write about which leads to more decisions to make about what to write about and then I am back at word one.

Now I’m writing for an audience again. Well I needn’t complain about it, I act all huffy in my head because I start out writing completely for myself to do my morning pages and get the crap out of my head that seems to fill it to bursting, literally to bursting, this morning I have such a headache it’s as though I might as well have been a bottle of delicious, sparkling wine, well it’s not that delicious really it’s just that conditioned response has caused me to believe it’s delicious, get over it already it’s not that great, you know well yes it is great, oh my darling cremant with your tiny mousseux bubbles, no you are not great and why are you here on the page, I wasn’t even thinking about you I was thinking about coals, Antony Robbins and walking on coals, why was that it was because my sister was telling me that he will be in London in April, and she and her friend E. would like to go there, but they wouldn’t want the cheap seats, I know what that was like because I took the kids and Aunt J. to a travelling circus that landed in town the other day, we started with the cheap seats but I upgraded to the medium seats because the cheap seats were very crowded, to be honest I don’t know how much better they ended up being they were very uncomfortable, we were sitting in very narrow bleachers; in America this would have been impossible, mainly because the people would not have fit in them mostly, anyway the medium seats did have a much better view, but for me the better view was dampened by the fact that some people did not have a better view, and also the cost was very expensive, and the advertising very misleading; in fact I had only taken the children to this one because the posters around town said it was a Disney-themed circus and I am a big fan of Disney, yes yes it’s commercialized and all that but it takes beauty and emotions and daily struggles to an extreme and that makes it consumable to the masses, the masses then get ideas for self-betterment and so on, I know because I am one of the masses, am I talking about mass now is that the new theme for this particular piece, when am I going to end this sentence, the sentence started with the fact that I was all huffy about starting out writing for myself, which honestly relieves headaches, my headache is now completely gone and I feel a subtle joy effusing my body, god are you there are you there god it’s me nadine, hello tears I don’t know why you’re here but here you are, and here comes my headache again because I’m thinking about the fact that I will likely post this on social media, writer’s social media that is which is the blogosphere, it’s such a delight and feels like a lifeline but also it’s terribly frightening, and yet it’s the culmination of all my dreams from three years ago, that I should be able to write and publish like this just anything, anything at all, well back then of course I didn’t want to publish anything unless it would earn me money or prestige or unless it would be high literature, and so I published nothing at all.

I suppose it’s time for a new paragraph now, a bit of space from that last ball of thoughts is good, I had a dream last night that I was blocked, I felt extremely unhappy, the experience at the circus was very difficult for me, I felt sad for the circus and everyone at it, not because they were sad but because we were trying to be happy for this very expensive show that was not well done, except there was that one boy, Aladdin, he did not have a magic carpet but he had a balancing act and very blue eyes and the right kind of attitude for a circus, periodically as he balanced on a plank on a rolling cylinder on a small table and as he juggled various things he would periodically shout “Hei!” with a grin and a flash of his eyes, kind of cheering himself on and also communicating with the audience in this way, it was very enlivening and yet I became mesmerized by the way he was able to focus, it must require incredible focus to juggle flaming batons while standing on a plank that is rolling on a cylinder on a small table, his eyes remained in a kind of trancelike gaze that allowed peripheries to be seen in a kind of blur that applied focus to a small number of things at once, I know because I have seen something like it myself when I used to go on this spinning thing with the kids at the park in Cambridge, who was it I think it was X, my second son, he and I would get on this spinning spring thing and stare at each other across the bar, while it span and wobbled faster and faster, and at first I would apply that old dance technique of focussing on one spot in the distance while your body kept turning but your head remained still until the last minute, there must be a word for that trick in ballet and I force myself not to look it up, no it’s not the exorcist or anything like that, why must I mention the exorcist I cannot stand scary movies nor anything of the kind, you should never mention anything you don’t want to see more of in the world, that’s what law of attraction says, I understand this but I also forgive myself and others for without any mud there wouldn’t be any lotus, that is the meaning of my blog tagline by the way, it is that I am allowing my blog to encompass the bad, the good and the in between, the in between is the pale golden blue. Should I explain that last part to you? Well I think another time perhaps, I don’t want it to be too obnoxiously long, then I should better be publishing this as a book.

Why have I not made a book? I don’t know. GUG are you there GUG, esmerelda, dearest love, no you don’t like to be called dearest love, ok well why not, well because it’s saccharine okay well fine I’ll try my best not to, my headache is coming back that means I’m blocked from god, I would love to finish this sentence but I don’t know how, blinking cursor

Oh but I forgot to tie up the spinning thing, this was the trick, I stopped using the ballet technique and instead allowed my eyes to focus on what was just in front of me, that was X, and allowed the rest to remain blurred but still present in the background, it was as though I could see everything at once and that allowed me not to obsess on a single point and yet I was able to enjoy the main beautiful thing in front of me which as that time the shining face of my radiant son; the world seemed one and I was not at all dizzy

I have not written half the things I meant to write about, I don’t know when to stop, I wouldn’t stop if I didn’t worry about others, I would keep going on and on and on like Jack Kerouac did for three weeks when he wrote On The Road, he wrote in a room for three weeks and his wife brought him soup and drugs, something like that, and they taped together paper in one long roll so he wouldn’t even have to change the paper going through the typewriter, this was before word processors, imagine what Jack could accomplish now if he were still alive,

Anyway that bit about Tony Robbins and the coals came to mind because when I came downstairs I first stoked the coals in the wood stove, and at first I thought it’s tasks like these that get in the way of writing, because one task leads to another if you let it, first you stoke the coals, then you empty the ash, then you sweep the floor, then you wipe the counters, this is what happened yesterday and was why I didn’t write till much later, however this morning I only stoked the coals, I added the biggest log from the pile since the coals were very hot and I knew it would burn, this involved unstacking the smaller logs that were on top of it, it involved putting on work gloves which are currently kept haphazardly in the tinder box, I though oh wouldn’t life be grand if we had central heat and I should not have to deal with ash and cinders, burning cinders which had fallen on our concrete floor and which I was tempted to pick up with my bare hands upon thinking of Tony Robbins. I do love Tony Robbins. Yesterday the coals burned me a little.

It is in fact the cold and the coals which allow me to write. And now it is not cold here anymore, the coals have taken care of that, the wood is ablaze


2 thoughts on “The cold & the coals & the flaming batons

  1. I like the way this post spins round and round thoughts, like the ballet dancer, focusing on this (your headache) to stay balanced, then that (the hot coals). Was this all stream-of-consciousness, like Jack Kerouac? Or did you go back and edit it?

    Either way is impressive. More so, obviously, if it was first go and this was the result.


    1. Thanks Aeryk, hmmm, super good question, I checked my offline app, nothing there, this means I wrote it in the WP editor I suppose… it certainly was stream of consciousness. I remember that really well. I was really in the zone, and it appears you have recognized that, thanks, I feel grateful 🙏 I used to be so good at documenting process but had to give that up to be able to create and publish more… I checked WP history and see that I added about 266 words to the original (have not now taken the time to figure out where)… the shape is different for sure, the second paragraph and third one were massive in the first version, and the title and last line were different as well. You are a writer so you know how self-editing goes, remove and add, remove and add. Some pieces I barely touch, mainly since I am bored by them the minute they are finished, other pieces I work over more, since I like them they interest me and I also want to clarify things for the reader… long story short: it’s not that impressive 😆😊 But Jack Kerouac did major editing for On the Road, and that was over at least a five-to-six-year period. So that consoles me a little. Even if this is only one post, not a novel. 😆😉 Thanks again


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