On Sunday morning while doing my yoga, I was from being on my stomach, pushing myself back into the cobra pose. From this position I look out my window to the sky and suddenly noticed that it was dark. It dawned on me that I couldn’t see the dawn because the clocks had been moved forward. I sleep with my phone, which had reset its own clock over night, but now my wristwatch is right again!
Laundry had to be
done, but I decided to forego that until Monday and to not go anywhere for a
change because I had two essays on which to work.
I re-read and made
notes on the second essay of Nietzsche’s “Genealogy of Morals”. I like the idea
that ancestors that had fallen back past the frontiers of human memory became
the first gods.
I re-read Gabrielle
Roy’s “The Road Past Altamont” and made notes along the themes of exile and
belonging. That from which we are exiled becomes a secret that is kept from us.
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