THE MORNING CONTEXT:
Sleep not too bad. Knee pain not too bad. Slow morning having tea and toast then shower and run the hoover round before my daughter and grandson arrive for brunch.
WHAT I INTEND TODAY TO BE ABOUT:
To have a good, orderly, leisurely, enjoyable day.
RANDOM NOTES AND THOUGHTS:
I am becoming more and more aware by many means (the French and other foreign fascinations, and life that ensued from it; my early obsession with escaping into a world of imagination) that imagination is an important and yet frustrated part of who I am; and of what I am meant to be doing with my life — trading in stories and ideas. Not just any wild imaginary images, but the kind of imagination that brings me closer to what it is to be human, and to be alive, to be me.
Left hand suppression.
Suppressing my essential voice.
All stories are dreams.
Essential voice is dreaming.
Suppression of dreaming.
Dreaming as the old idea of humours.
The loss of a humour.
The loss of purpose.
Wikipedia notes:
During the late 16th and early 17th centuries, a cultural and literary cult of melancholia emerged in England, linked to Neoplatonist and humanist Marsilio Ficino's transformation of melancholia from a sign of vice into a mark of genius. This fashionable melancholy became a prominent theme in literature, art, and music of the era.
Melancholy was regarded as one of the four temperaments matching the four humours.
Early texts on Indian Ayurveda medicine presented a theory of three humors (doṣas), which they sometimes linked with the five elements (pañca-bhūta): earth, water, fire, air, and space.
Johann Kuhnau
Melancholy. Music for it.
Not to be confused with the grief of loss or the frustration of failure. It can be any imbalance of those four precarious humours.
The power of music.
The power of imagination and its suppression.
The grand piece royal.
PROGRESS AND REFLECTIONS:
I had a lovely time with my daughter and grandson — three generations of life — all afternoon. Brunch out, and then home to play and chat. This was all once (more than three decades ago) in my imagination; only in my mind; but spread out across future reality time — to now. Imagination very literally became new life, that then had her own imagination of more new life; bringing more new life into being.
A better day in 2024 through imagination.