Being that you are not a Boomer, and grew up mostly in the UK, I don't know if you are familiar with the Sat. morning cartoon UNDERDOG, which debuted in 1964 on NBC. A humorous spoof of SUPERMAN, it featured the great Wally Cox as the voice of Underdog. What does this have to do with your essay? One of Underdog's most frequent foes was the mad scientist SIMON BAR SINISTER! If I had known when watching a few years later in syndication that the character's name was literally SIMON THE BASTARD, I would have enjoyed it even more! Here's a link to an episode on YouTube if you are curious - https://youtu.be/lPimi4Mjdr8
Your puddle metaphors reminded me of another earthly phenomenon that I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about: dirt clods.
Dense spots of dirt that give an illusion of solid rock but when you grasp them in your hand they turn into mush.
I always liken my bouts of somberness to dirt clods (and by liken it usually manifests in a dramatized proclamation of “I’m simply a clod of dirt!!”) As you can imagine that Marginalian quote you referenced hit me hard!!
I'm really resonating with this week's entry. Grief and sadness have always felt like emotions that are ever changing and without a rigid structure for me. Which can be also be said about the movement water.
As a fellow puddle stomper I can't help but think of another way sadness and puddles relate to each other for me. Part of the thrill of puddle stomping as a kid was that you often didn't know how deep it was going to be. Was it going to be a shallow splash, or were you about to be up to your knees in cold water.
I think sadness can be like that too. Where logically you'll assess what's happening in your life and expect that you'll only be in a shallow puddle of feelings that will dry off quickly. But then suddenly you're soaked in the puddle of sadness that was a lot deeper than you expected.
Thank you for sharing Julia. Can't wait to read next week's entry.
Oh yes I resonate with that so hard. I feel like there is such a fear, especially when you are deeply sad, that you won't be able to come back out of a deep sob. In times when I've been really low i've likened it to the feeling of throwing up - even though you know it will probably make you feel better on the other side, crying becomes this thing you fear because it's all encompassing and you feel almost possessed. It's one of those bodily occurrences where you feel totally out of control. Deep puddles for sure. Thank you for sharing!
I love The Sob as an entity rather than an action. Many words in Winnie the Pooh are often capitalized and given weight as an entity rather than just a word, I’ve always loved that
Oh wow 🙌 so glad to have found you 🌺 thank you, for poem and puddles all
thank you so much for reading!!
Being that you are not a Boomer, and grew up mostly in the UK, I don't know if you are familiar with the Sat. morning cartoon UNDERDOG, which debuted in 1964 on NBC. A humorous spoof of SUPERMAN, it featured the great Wally Cox as the voice of Underdog. What does this have to do with your essay? One of Underdog's most frequent foes was the mad scientist SIMON BAR SINISTER! If I had known when watching a few years later in syndication that the character's name was literally SIMON THE BASTARD, I would have enjoyed it even more! Here's a link to an episode on YouTube if you are curious - https://youtu.be/lPimi4Mjdr8
Such a beautiful little meditation and poem :-)
Your puddle metaphors reminded me of another earthly phenomenon that I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about: dirt clods.
Dense spots of dirt that give an illusion of solid rock but when you grasp them in your hand they turn into mush.
I always liken my bouts of somberness to dirt clods (and by liken it usually manifests in a dramatized proclamation of “I’m simply a clod of dirt!!”) As you can imagine that Marginalian quote you referenced hit me hard!!
this is so brilliant. I love the visual of of being all tense and bulky but a gentle touch will make you fall into a million pieces.
I'm really resonating with this week's entry. Grief and sadness have always felt like emotions that are ever changing and without a rigid structure for me. Which can be also be said about the movement water.
As a fellow puddle stomper I can't help but think of another way sadness and puddles relate to each other for me. Part of the thrill of puddle stomping as a kid was that you often didn't know how deep it was going to be. Was it going to be a shallow splash, or were you about to be up to your knees in cold water.
I think sadness can be like that too. Where logically you'll assess what's happening in your life and expect that you'll only be in a shallow puddle of feelings that will dry off quickly. But then suddenly you're soaked in the puddle of sadness that was a lot deeper than you expected.
Thank you for sharing Julia. Can't wait to read next week's entry.
Oh yes I resonate with that so hard. I feel like there is such a fear, especially when you are deeply sad, that you won't be able to come back out of a deep sob. In times when I've been really low i've likened it to the feeling of throwing up - even though you know it will probably make you feel better on the other side, crying becomes this thing you fear because it's all encompassing and you feel almost possessed. It's one of those bodily occurrences where you feel totally out of control. Deep puddles for sure. Thank you for sharing!
Your poem was beautiful. Thank you for sharing it.
Thank you so much, that means the world to me
I love The Sob as an entity rather than an action. Many words in Winnie the Pooh are often capitalized and given weight as an entity rather than just a word, I’ve always loved that
Yes 100% agree - I love a capitalised weighty word. Very well put!
I adore your writings- seeing you speak of sadness makes me wonder how you cope/take care of yourself when the sadness is inevitable!
I will definitely be exploring that more as we get into the colder season!