Anyone who wants to be a philosopher must at least once try to ‘withdraw into himself’ and start everything from scratch, on a certain foundation. ~ Edmund Husserl It sometimes seems like ‘finding the foundation’ has been the holy grail of my life. Where does a woman, living in a patriarchal society, find her true origin? Women writers are good at explaining how they are … Continue reading When the foundation falls away.
As I sit in a cozy recliner, looking out at the old-growth trees framing the view from my patio, I feel content. I live alone, do not work at a job, am not in relationships, and have no responsibilities other than to attend to my daily personal rituals – eating, sleeping, cooking, shopping, reading and writing. Strewn haphazardly around the side of the recliner are … Continue reading Existentialism Revisited.
I have been reading the work of Dorothy B. Hughes lately, a talented crime noir writer who published from 1930-1950. I found her by renting an old movie with Humphrey Bogart called, In a Lonely Place. Even though the Bogart movie was titled In a Lonely Place, it bears little resemblance to the book written by Hughes. In her book, the main character is an … Continue reading Hitting the Wall.
The 1955 movie, Summertime, is described as a story about a lonely American woman who finds romance in Venice, Italy. It could just as well be described as the prototype for all movies with a female lead. From a cinematic perspective, whenever a lone woman ventures out into the world, she will, at one point or another, meet a man who will ‘change her life.’ … Continue reading Emotion as a false positive.
While sitting in a cafe I overheard a man talking about his many ‘layoffs.’ It seemed to me that he was interviewing for a volunteer position but my attention did not stay engaged long enough to find out. I was turned off by his story, probably because it is my story too. One of the realities of aging is that you start getting ‘spit-out.’ Situations … Continue reading Drying up and floating away.
I find order comforting. To make my bed in the morning, to not leave clothes on the floor, to put things where they ‘belong.’ When I used to think about the word ‘order’, I associated it with something negative, like a military drill. Keeping things in order meant bowing down to someone else’s rules. But this is changing. When I bought my current condo, it … Continue reading The significance of personal things.
The lone life. When do I give in to it fully, completely and irrevocably? This is the only life I have ever known, yet I try to keep it at a distance, as if the way I spend my days is something I can change. The nagging little thoughts about ‘being more motivated, getting out of the house, taking a trip,’ ping me all day … Continue reading Attention is everything.