filling a hole in my Mighty Chris collection



I've been trying to find this album for over twenty years. And sometimes I have been able to find it -- for $100+, used. Which has never been doable or justifiable for me -- not even for the sake of my Mighty Chris collection. At last, I managed to find a copy [used, of course] for $12. Now that's more like it. Cue sigh of relief and contented little smile.

a moment of connectedness and wholeness

I had massage this morning [yay], and there was a time when my RMT was working on my back... and I suddenly had a sense that she was working on me.

I have spent much of my life feeling disconnected from my body -- often consciously so. As if my body were a vehicle that Actually Me uses to get around in, or a set of tools to provide sensory input to Actually Me. I suspect this may partly underlie why I have never taken very good care of it for most of my life, and continue to skimp on its maintenance. But for a while today, I felt like my body was just as much me as my mind and my spirit, and the perceived boundaries between them faded away, and I was just me and all me. It was a quietly nice feeling which has given me food for contemplation.

On more than one occasion, Barbara has remarked to me something along the lines of "you are such a loving person", and she says it in such a way as to imply that she means unusually so, more than she is used to seeing. And I do feel like that is a large part of who I am, both a romantic and a humanitarian. That being said, I had a strange spontaneous moment this morning:

While out driving alone this morning, I was consciously enjoying the peace (enhanced by the sunny beauty of the day). And I got thinking about how often lately I have been savouring peaceful moments when I find them, and making more efforts to seek those out. And thinking further about how important peace has become in my life. And then I had a sudden flash, an awareness of something shapeless but along the lines of: Peace is even more important than love. If I could only have love or peace in my life, never both, and had to choose, I would choose peace.

I never expected to find that in myself. And I don't know for sure that it's true. But it came up on its own, and it came from somewhere. I'm wondering if it was another spontaneous flash of non-attachment, similar to what I wrote about previously. Once again, I will need to sit with this...

coming up with a new character design during my recent doodles -- I find this one interesting and kinda exciting, I can see story possibilities in it

a nice sunny break in the day

a doodle that I am fairly happy with - I dig how it turned out stripped-down but expressive

being well stocked up on panettone

doing some brush inking and getting a few good lines down -- not consistently perfect by any means, but enough good stuff to encourage me to keep trying

my glasses

to The Mighty Chris Potter