Karl's Keyboard #12
What Can We Find in These Neglected Epistles?
Well, it had to happen sooner or later. Two weeks ago I had several ideas simmering. But they had problems, gently pointed out by my confidantes. I thought I had ideas for fixing the shortcomings, but they just wouldn’t jell.
Finally, I ran out of time. So, what would be wrong with taking a couple of weeks off? The unreconstructed journalist in me bridled at the thought. I thought of sitting down for a forced march through the unresponsive, flawed candidates I fell into a depression. But then I recalled that the blog contains several finished epistles that have never been featured. Not that there’s anything wrong with them. I love all my epistles. And this is the Keyboard I hammered together.
The dream about “Q” raises some interesting questions. Someone asked me if it might represent QAnon. I did not know anything about the conspiracy group. Now that I do, I can only say that I find it repugnant. I spent time pondering all my younger friends who are steeped in figuring out their relationships to being queer. The word has spread far beyond whatever people thought it meant three decades ago. I doubt these friends think of me as queer. Odd, maybe, or eccentric—but not queer.
My thought now is that in my dream world Q must stand for Question. In the largest sense. What really happened, and when. Q’s realm opened not just with my life, but with my forebears. What should I do now, and how Education fits in here. How else would San Francisco State figure in? It seems odd that I didn’t go to ceremonies for my mother receiving her bachelor’s or master’s from that institution. I don’t remember being invited. Or perhaps my mother eschewed the graduation ceremony. In any case, I don’t think Q—not even Q! –will ever give me a definitive response
Featured in this Keyboard
Meeting Q: Coming Full Circle? Dreaming of the letter Q seems to draw me back to issues of my early childhood.
Suppose Q Is Tracking a Different Circle? I must prefer the Tibetans’ view of reincarnation to Edgar Cayce’s.
Unauthorized Joyriding. In a dream I had 40 years ago, the world seemed turned upside down, And it was—but not in the way I first thought.
Meet Barbara Brachtl, a New Frequent Contributor
Barbara and I have been friends, colleagues and fellow taiji practitioners for more than 40 years. We have practiced taiji together for more than 20 years. Our approaches to meditation are very different. I fly by the seat of my pants. Barbara has flown across the country to teachers who have caught her eye. She kept a blog of her experiences long before I thought of looking at blogs kept by people I didn’t know. She – well, here are links to a short autobiography, AND to her first contribution to this blog.
Loving Kindness Meditation and My Ribs. Did I mention that Barbara has a powerful sense of curiosity?
Let’s have more dialogue!
There are two ways to take part:
1. Post a comment on the blog! Some readers haven felt frustrated with this, but it is pretty simple: To comment on the blog: scroll down to the bottom of the post, where there is a comments box. You will have to leave a name in order to comment, but all other information is optional. It will give the option to leave your fb, Twitter, or Gmail but you don't have to.
2. Consider becoming a contributor. I will consider posts about meditation, broadly defined. I prefer stories over instruction, but I am flexible. I like posts shorter than 1,000 words. Send your proposed text—or a query—to me at firstname.lastname@example.org
Til next time …
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