Notes - no need / hairless /

       Saturday morning. You were both up after seven, Carol picked up the papers and your breakfast was over by eight-fifteen. Carol is still reading the paper and thinking about breakfast. Arthritic conditions are rising from both hip bones up into the lower back, sometimes sharp pains for obvious reasons. - Amorella

       0819 hours. Such is life. No real complaints from this fellow though. Old age and young age both have their separate pains. You live long enough and you get tackled by both. Was there an angel in the room? Personally, I'll never know, but it is interesting investigating the subject because, if nothing else, the old journals show me who I used to be. It is good, to me, to see how I was thought-wise. Memory is too general, old specific observations can be eye-opening, so to speak. Sometimes I think I focus too much on who I am, perhaps I do. Some people though rarely think on the depth involved in 'becoming to know who you are'. Self-study is not a form of entertainment, it is a form of knowledge. If consciousness continues after physical death, then one ought to know who sheorhe was in life to have a satisfactory self-report. Anyway, it works for me.

       You do not need to justify yourself in here, orndorff. You don't force anyone to read your blog and there is no profit for you other than allowing you to be free in heartansoulanmind by sharing. Post. - Amorella

       Lunch at Panera/Chipotle on this beautiful summer day and presently at Kroger's on Tylersville and Cox on the way home. - Amorella

       1434 hours. It is a California blue sky with a San Diego breeze at that , right here in southwest Ohio. We are dropping off groceries and leftovers before a run to the cemetery tree shade for Carol to read. I probably can't do much phototexting from there either. Maybe I'll take a couple more notebooks and mark them for phototexting instead. I don't think I'll get much that relates to the heartansoulanmind layering of angels and metaphysics direct. (1443)

       Early on you identified with William Blake in your heartansoulanmind because he had his own personal metaphysical conceits, as it were. He drew and painted his. Blake had the talent and imagination. You try to capture the 'existential' moment of an angel in the room. Your room, however, has no walls, ceiling or floor. Carol's here. - Amorella

       You are sitting in the shade next to the Whitaker mausoleum north centered in Rose Hill thinking about Blake's angels: seven foot tall, lightly draped, sublime/melancholy figures having six or seven toes and fingers on each extremity, is the way you remember it. Post. - Amorella

       1558 hours. This is not important because I don't think of angels in terms of physical appearance; they have none.

       This is not true. They can be naked, humanoid, and be of whichever sex you are more comfortable in being seen with at the moment. - Amorella

       1602 hours. I wrote that somewhere I'm sure. While you are at it, totally hairless also. Why, I have no idea. I never 'saw' one physically so it must have been an intuitive feeling. The most important point was to be made comfortable being with only an angel in the closed room; no windows, no doors -- the 'room' was nowhere not here. I forgot that stuff. I probably was thinking about finding a use for it in fiction. Where  else are you going to use this stuff? I'm sure that was a selection of my thinking. What use is a thought in a vacuum?

       You are home. Post. - Amorella