Tuesday, October 29, 2019
Confession Tuesday - Between Two Eyes Edition
Let's go to the confessional. It's been one cataract eye surgery, California burning, the smell of impeachment appears stronger, the World Series is split 3-2 in favor of Astros, Sylvia Plath would have turned 87 if she were still alive, and it has been two weeks since my last confession.
My left eye surgery is done and I've given up a week of yoga at Doctor's request. I thought it would be longer from what other people have told me but I confess a week is still too long. I am slated to go to Core Balance for a session tomorrow evening. However, I will be doing the right eye on November 5th, so I will be off the mat another week then.
I confess I don't presently see any major changes in my left eyesight. I'm just saying.
Writing lots the past three days. I believe there are some possibilities from this rough work. I have hope. Plath reminds me of the importance of writing daily. I confess, she still has power from the grave.
One of the most exciting things that have happened since my last confession is that I have made contact with a cousin on my father's side of the family. This is significant because of the lack of Wells family members I have contact with. Grandparents are deceased. My father and uncles on his side of the family are all passed on. So I was able to make contact with a first cousin, once removed. This is pretty cool as she has helped me with some family history questions. I am hoping at some point to be able to write an oral history of the Wells family. I confess that I have been feeling like a dying breed.
When I am able to restart yoga after my next eye surgery, It is my intent to do a stint of 30 consecutive days of yoga.
Impeachment of the President is seeming like closer to reality. I don't know if the Senate can muster the guts to do the right thing, but once the case is more in the forefront of the American people, we will see if the Senators will scramble like roaches for the molding.
I read a poem the other days that was not totally new to me, but I think after reading it I felt a newness to it. I realized it closes with a line I had heard as a quote from W.S.Merwin in the past. The poem is titled, Berryman: