tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406446365589143789.post8679651875668650655..comments2023-07-03T09:22:01.637+01:00Comments on tasting rhubarb: AgencyJeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08690685768980280402noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406446365589143789.post-83984649061661341362012-07-28T17:56:11.676+01:002012-07-28T17:56:11.676+01:00I think about these questions a lot, too, feeling ...I think about these questions a lot, too, feeling more and more limited by age and the amount of time remaining vs. hopes, desires, dreams,ideals. It's best for me, I've found, to just get up, get going, do the work rather than get caught up in my thoughts so much I stop...but that can be hard too.Bethhttp://www.cassandrapages.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406446365589143789.post-40805399726602820242012-07-26T21:15:57.100+01:002012-07-26T21:15:57.100+01:00Is "individual agency" a little like kar...Is "individual agency" a little like karma?Peter Clothierhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11525159413387378704noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406446365589143789.post-10381084993978826652012-07-26T10:11:06.106+01:002012-07-26T10:11:06.106+01:00This speaks to me very directly, Jean. This time l...This speaks to me very directly, Jean. This time last year was very difficult and the help that I received from two (loosely speaking) therapists drew me towards the very same 'best-for-now' reflections. May both of us within our respective 'here-and-nows' find some stability!Dickhttp://patteran.typepad.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406446365589143789.post-81774259418718307582012-07-25T02:42:54.834+01:002012-07-25T02:42:54.834+01:00I miss western Japan, where I spent 5 years workin...I miss western Japan, where I spent 5 years working and living in my youth. I never wanted to go there. But they gave me a job, so I went. It was my first time out of my element. I didn't know the culture or the language. I hardly knew myself. These days, when I have trouble putting a foot out of bed, this past blends into the morning and whirls me into the present. I wish I could explain it better. Dapples of memory propel me into a day here, although the struggles are real. I still keep in touch with a good friend in Japan. Once, when I wrote her that I was having trouble putting one foot in front of the other, she told me that maybe I needed to take my shoes off. I'm still trying to understand what she meant. But I wanted to share this with you, Jean.Rouchswalwehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01393987883437907945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406446365589143789.post-58972749940438591872012-07-24T19:07:33.203+01:002012-07-24T19:07:33.203+01:00I prefer behaviourists. Work it out, rather than ...I prefer behaviourists. Work it out, rather than think it out. But then, I don't like philosophers who get tangled up in their words, and forget real people. Get my hands dirty, dig in the soil, find out who I really am by how I tackle the tough bits. <br /><br />No, what one person does doesn't matter. But if everyone acted as though it did, it really would.Zhoenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03515663141425057088noreply@blogger.com