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I posted the question meme before leaving the house. I already have several questions. I wrote this one on the way to the office:

What gets you truly excited?

I have to be completely honest; this is not only an awesome question, but it’s even more awesome because it was the first one. Hannibal the Not-So-Great once said “I love it when a plan comes together”. When you put together smething that is complicated, every piece and every one involved works to the best of their ability to hit a common goal. Sometimes in the performance or execution, you hit that perfect moment. It’s that moment where what’s going on is just Right. I’m not sure if that “R” should be capitalized because it represents almost a connection to the divine. And now, an example!

I learned to play the doumbek many years ago in the SCA. After about a year or so I considered myself competent (not good, not bad – but “competent”.) One evening at an event, four of us “competent” players sat down to screw around. We started playing and improvising. One of us would change tempos and the others would follow along. A crowd started to gather while we were playing. The drumming built in intensity, the crowd’s enjoyment as well; the four of us looked at each other after a while and then spontaneously, at what just felt like the right moment, we ended it. We did this together, at the perfect moment, without cuing each other. This was where the drums had to stop. The crowd that had gathered loved it. It was one of those perfect moments.

In college, I asked my theatre advisor “how do you know when you’ve hit that moment for the audience? How do you know when you’re ‘there’?”

He smiled and looked at me, and said “When you’re ON, you know that you’re ON.”

What really gets me excited are those perfect moments when I feel like I have gotten closer to my view of the Divine.

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I got home. I got to watch Aiden play in the garden.

Afterwards we came inside for shimmeringjemmy to demonstrate Aiden’s ability to go down steps.

We have half staircases. In other-words, the stairs go halfway up to a landing and then turn 180 degree to go up the the next level.

So the going-up-gate now resides on the first step of the half leading to the top floor.

Aiden quickly climbed the steps…holding onto a toy He turned around and then came down them.

The first step was daunting. He came to the edge and looked like he was going to pitch right over. But then he plopped down at the edge and let his feet dangle until he could reach the next step. Then he stood up… plopped on the step he’d just landed on and repeated.

When he was two near the bottom he misjudged and pitched forward. I caught him in my lap. I gave him many hugs of congratulation.

Aiden seemed a bit put off my my affection. The manner could be best described as, “Come on dad, you’re embarrassing me.”

I put him down and he quickly climbed to the second step and came back down. This time with no problems.

And then I realized what he’d done.

It was as if he knew he’d blown the last two steps on the first trip and wanted to go back and do them right.

He could have climbed all the way back up. But he climbed to the point where he’d lost control, then came down and didn’t show interest in immediately going back up.

This is a lot more cognative than I was expecting.

Just a quick checklist for milestones over the last 10 days:

  • Teeth
  • Eating solid food
  • Walking
  • Going up and downstairs
  • Pitching a fit if he doesn’t get his way

When I got the report of “Down Stairs” today I asked shimmeringjemmy
Um does this mean more terror?

She responded:
sure, why not. it’s a way of life at this point 🙂

Have I mentioned how much I love this woman, recently?

It’s a lot… for the record.