Being Alive

Some days I have days where inspiration-levels droop, so I rattle off a podcast or a blog, if I can muster up a gem to start with - a starting thought. It's a way of getting inspiration-channels moving, and sometimes something good comes out. Not always - I have quite a few rejects.A few days ago I was feeling a bit like that - cancer drugs were affecting me, I'd been on my own too much, it was raining and foggy, and I was casting around for a spark to give me some ignition. Oldies sometimes need a bit of that - ignition.It has been one of my pathologies in life - an ability to ignite people and things, providing a spark that sets things in motion. I'm one of those who has got his fingers in various pies over the decades. Some of these spark-moments I hear about or see the results of, often years later, and some I hope have happened anyway, somewhere, sometime, whether or not Schroeder's Cat was watching, and unbeknownst to me. I'm happy about that. It has been a privilege to participate in people's lives in that way.I'm still at it. Except nowadays I'm doddering around like an old fogey on sticks, wondering when the next seat is likely to appear. I go at about one-third of the pace of most people. So at times I have to work at finding a spark to ignite the old creativity-plugs. This is about that.With love, Palden.