Some medicine that was dispensed to me this morning, by phone:
- * this is what struggles are all about.
- * closeness.
reading about passivhaus as i drove past mention of it at the Yestermorrow Design Build School. From what wikipedia tells me, it looks like i missed out on something that would have intrigued me:
The term Passive house (Passivhaus in German language) refers to the rigorous, voluntary, Passivhaus standard for energy efficiency in buildings, reducing its ecological footprint. It results in ultra-low energy buildings that require little energy for space heating or cooling. The standard is not confined only to residential properties; several office buildings, schools, kindergartens and a supermarket have also been constructed to the standard. Passive design is not the attachment or supplement of architectural design, but an integrated design process with the architectural design.
a quick note i just saw from wordpress:
errors are to be expected.
This is brilliant:
“The main interest in life and work is to become someone else that you were not in the beginning.”
I gleaned it from the wikpedia entry on Michel Foucault. (h/t to brotha Scott for the lead)
It resonates with some of my writing from two weeks ago:
i don’t seek understanding, to be understood by my people. i’ve been exhausted by judgment from others, and my own self-judgment and my judging others. i’ve reigned in some of that judgment, less consumed with burning my energy in that drain/waste. it detracts from channeling it elsewhere.
Jeez, books are magic.
On the train, I’ve just opened to a page in Tao Te Ching (translated by Stephen Mitchell) that reads:
“the feeling of deep connectedness, of knowing exactly what to do, beyond any conscious intention. You submerge yourself beneath the words, in a very still place, and you listen intently.”
Mitchell is describing the trance he was in in crafting the pages that preceded the epilogue.
Maybe such deep connectedness was this morning between 8:15 and 9:25. It was so on the beachhead, too. And on the porch last night. in the park stargazing with Aaron and raspy friends.
Doors upon doors and doors. Abyss. Isolation and unity/ in paradox/ together.
Just spoke with Dad for 10 minutes or so. [my sense of time is so screwy as I open, and embrace differently. Time is abundant. My following my heart rather than minding with my brain]
Anyhow, Dad called twice yesterday. Both messages asked me to call him asap. Both times he said how he had a question for me. His question?
Did I want he and Theopolis to come out and help me pack up?
I am awestruck. Into silence. In such tenderness, generosity and love. Offerings that have not been a common occurrence with him. Rather than turn him down altogether, I pivoted the offer by saying that I’d like a raincheck once I’m settled in the Fall. He checked the raincheck.