Becoming B on Nostr: Twenty one degrees out there at 6 AM. Close to 40 degrees warmer than yesterday ...
Twenty one degrees out there at 6 AM. Close to 40 degrees warmer than yesterday morning. I'm banking on the Ford starting no problem.
I will have to sweep the snow off from it. We got a few inches of light fluffy stuff yesterday evening. It started in at about 4 PM. Just when I got back to the Post Office.
Yesterday I met a customer on the mail route whose Dad knew my Grandpa. The one I lived with and write about once and awhile. He said his Dad nicknamed my Grandpa "Little Big Man."
My Grandpa was short, but had a big personality. The customer's Dad and my Grandpa are gone now.
Well, anyway, I'm about of writing time here. I started on a piece first thing this morning. I will post it below.
There's the feeling and urge to these pieces . . . that I need to develop them. Atleast for my own sake.
It's below. I'm off to sweep snow and start a vehicle. I hope you have a great day!
Fire #113
1.25.25
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"The less we understand of what our fathers and forefathers sought, the less we understand ourselves, and thus we help with all our might to rob the individual of his roots and his guiding instincts, so that he becomes a particle in the mass, ruled only by what Nietzsche called the spirit of gravity.”
― Carl Jung, Memories, Dreams, Reflections
I never wanted to be ruled by the "spirit of gravity." So I've always been interested in what my father and grandfathers were up to.
Bear with me. Carl Jung quotes do this to me. There is something in Jung that fires me.
If you would've asked me when I turned 18 what I was up to moving in with my Grandparents I couldn't have told you this. But at 50 years old I can.
Most 18 year olds, it seems, do what they need to do to get away from family and strike out on their own to build a life for themselves.
I will have to sweep the snow off from it. We got a few inches of light fluffy stuff yesterday evening. It started in at about 4 PM. Just when I got back to the Post Office.
Yesterday I met a customer on the mail route whose Dad knew my Grandpa. The one I lived with and write about once and awhile. He said his Dad nicknamed my Grandpa "Little Big Man."
My Grandpa was short, but had a big personality. The customer's Dad and my Grandpa are gone now.
Well, anyway, I'm about of writing time here. I started on a piece first thing this morning. I will post it below.
There's the feeling and urge to these pieces . . . that I need to develop them. Atleast for my own sake.
It's below. I'm off to sweep snow and start a vehicle. I hope you have a great day!
Fire #113
1.25.25
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"The less we understand of what our fathers and forefathers sought, the less we understand ourselves, and thus we help with all our might to rob the individual of his roots and his guiding instincts, so that he becomes a particle in the mass, ruled only by what Nietzsche called the spirit of gravity.”
― Carl Jung, Memories, Dreams, Reflections
I never wanted to be ruled by the "spirit of gravity." So I've always been interested in what my father and grandfathers were up to.
Bear with me. Carl Jung quotes do this to me. There is something in Jung that fires me.
If you would've asked me when I turned 18 what I was up to moving in with my Grandparents I couldn't have told you this. But at 50 years old I can.
Most 18 year olds, it seems, do what they need to do to get away from family and strike out on their own to build a life for themselves.