Let’s not forget Portland and, some moose drool…

©2022 Michael Raven

I have been so focused on the first leg of my trip to Seattle, the place I am more familiar with, that I often neglect to mention the Portland, OR leg of my journey. It’s not that I’m less excited, I’m just laser-focused on getting to the first destination and then thinking about anything I might need to do when I get to Portland.

And, as I said previously, I’ll buy you a coffee if you live in the Portland area and want to meet at a cafe in the Pearl district (I’m staying about 2 blocks away from Powells, for reference). I’ll buy one for a spouse/partner as well (I draw the line at a whole family, but seeing as I’m doubtful anyone will take me up on my offer, I’m tempted to include them as well if it is the encouragement someone needs to chat over coffee with me). It’s not entirely free — you have to tell me a good story while you drink the coffee, I’ve decided. And the story has to be mostly true. Mostly.

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©2022 Michael Raven

It occurred to me that I am leaving town in a few days and I haven’t done anything aside from making sure I do indeed have a place to stay in Seattle, packing up anything non-electronic, and… that’s really all I’ve done.

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Be water

©2022 Michael Raven

Today seemed all about people having a chip on their shoulder and daring me to knock it off, whether it was online bluster, shoppers at a store I visited after working, family members, or drivers on the road. Everyone seemed a bit frustrated with something or another and I felt like they were taking aim at me because I seemed like the kind of person who might react in a way that would satisfy them.

And I might have at any other time, just gone and flicked that jagged wood chip flying and get into a match of verbal jousting, or a flipped bird, or a snarky comment to the effect of: “Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize this store was you own personal fiefdom; I’ll just get out of royalty’s way, right?”

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Housekeeping: end of 2021

©2021 Michael Raven

Looks like it’s time to think about retiring that “reusable block” in the block editor and make another with 2022 in mind for the copyright. You know, I don’t think I’ll miss that quick-block all that much; 2021 was not my favorite year on record by a long shot and, while I usually refrain from bashing a year by the number assigned to it, 2021 was pretty much a stinker on almost every front. So, I feel entitled to give it the middle finger to before turning on my heel and walking on. If everything goes well, it’ll be done like an action movie star, a slight smirk on my face as I step into the next year and everything explodes behind me. And, just to make it more metal, I won’t look backwards, I don’t think.

No, this isn’t going to be a “reflection on 2021” post. There are plenty of those around for the looking at today. No… this post will likely be much more inane and filled with the typical useless rubbish.

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Walk differently

©2021 Michael Raven

As I said in my daily “runepoem”, I think the world has put less value on patience, compassion, and love in recent years and those things are harder than ever to come by as far as I tell. Maybe not over all time, but for the past two decades, those things have begun a steep decline in availability by my estimation.

Honestly those three things are not the only things in apparent decline, but I can’t possibly try to track them all — so I am narrowing my focus on the things mentioned for now; focusing on a path to walk differently.

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Mr. Jitters Comes Knocking

©2021 Michael Raven

I don’t recall being filled with anxiety on the levels I’ve felt over the past year or so. I think that I must have felt it at one time or another and that this can’t possibly be a new experience for me — that I somehow masked it from myself or called it something other than anxiety — but these experiences are becoming more frequent for me over recent months.

Call me Mr. Jitters.

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Housekeeping Post for 26 Dec 2021

©2021 Michael Raven

I’ve been particularly uninspired of late. Writing, in general, has been more of a struggle than it should be, in large part because, I think, I’m weary of writing in code. Poetry in general is a bit of a code — is it not? We avoid saying directly what we mean in order to become more artistic or to not quite reveal the emotions we feel boiling under the surface. At least, it is my feeling that most poetry (certainly not all), all the better stuff is some kind of coded message that we never really intend for the world at large to decipher, but expect certain people to hold the keys to that message and read between the lines — be it a specific target, or a generalized type of target.

The coded elements aside, I know I’ve been increasingly obsessed with the Old Ways and working on that code outside of the scholarly understanding of what happened before we wrote things down and was, instead, passed as traditions from mouth to mouth, and hand to hand before it was razed to the ground. I know that may bore some people who stop by here to death, but it is a true obsession of mine — the last of which (for me) was trying to get a perfect pour from an espresso machine. Even delving into Zen and Tao didn’t have these levels of absorption for me, and I delved deep into that area of thought.

So I beg your forgiveness if you are one of those people. However, I’m afraid I’m far from being done with that obsession.

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While my fingers gently weep

©2021 Michael Raven

Happy winter holiday, whichever you practice out there in the world. I hope it has been at least tolerable for those who dislike the season, and joyous for those who do like these weeks at the end of the Gregorian calendar.

I was inspired to clean up a guitar last night that had suffered a mishap a while ago and only much later did time reveal that the mishap was worse than originally thought.

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Ongoing journeys into the wyrd

©2021 Michael Raven

Poetry is often all about metaphor, metonymy and simile — essentially cloaking the language of what you mean to say without actually saying what you mean to say. Its why I find attempts at “poetic analysis” so amusing, especially when directed at the person who actually wrote the poem. But I wax tangential in saying that.

Anyway, I find myself occasionally wearied by the miscommunications wrought by writing using such functions, and so I write posts like this, where I try to plainly say what is on my mind. Not all of it, mind — good lord — absolutely no one wants to know all of my mind. Even myself, at times.

Warning: Wordy and lengthy explanations after the “read more” jump.

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