I don’t always know what to do with all the media options available to us now. It’s a contradiction, I know, because I have very recently complained to friends and to myself about the lack of good things on the internet. I’m always skating very near the edge of the end of the internet, like Francis Fukuyama with much smaller stakes.
Then I find myself as wrong about communication as he was about history. The cycle hums, the weekend comes, and these days are yours and mine, these happy, happy days.
I have OCD, so sometimes I get stuck in loops. Sometimes I’m just loopy. But what happens is this: I fall in love with WordPress or Twitter or Reddit for awhile. I start again with poetry and prose. By the time I go to bed I’m embarrassed by my enthusiasm. There’s some kind of chemical remorse for having celebrated life.
Which is odd, because this is not how I live any other part of my life. There are loops and loopiness, but never nagging guilt at having spent time on good things. It’s tough for me to figure out, though I understand some of it. A lot of it has to do with sometimes just not wanting to be bothered. OCD is an anxiety disorder, and there are others, and if you have them, you know they love playing with each other.
This morning I was sick. I had plans to write and work and clean, but my stomach felt in a mood to drive the balance of the action. I laid down, and my German shepherd and my cousin’s beagle, whom I have adopted, laid on top of me and let me sleep for hours. The sick part of feeling sick never, ever came. The healing power of dogs.
Nothing against cats or their people. My cat has done this, too.
Rested and busy (busy writing, busy reading, busy with the details of ministry and business and all the snow we’re having) I have today seen some great things on my WordPress feed, and so I share them. One is a poem by Robert Okaji. Another is this drawing by Luther Siler. He was sick today, too, but drew a fox, and it is awesome.
The healing power of (goats and cats and) dogs.