Yes, this.
Mar. 4th, 2010 04:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pjthompsonWithout our social context, without our human constructs, who are we, what are we, where are we?...
Though there had been subtle signs of slippage, his social identity had been held in place by a host of people who knew [my father,] Ray Cunningham—the grocer, the pharmacist, the neighbors, the fire chief, the parishioners at the church where he was still rector emeritus. After the move, all of that life, along with the memory and mention of my mother, fell away. Yet some essential core of him remained, wandering in a dream desert, speaking in metaphor about the train he was riding or how rivers get confused when they near the sea.
I've started reading Elizabeth Cunningham's blog. It's a rich weave of philosophy, humor, poetry, dream, spirituality, life. I've made a feed if anyone else is interested:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-syndicated.gif)
elizandmaeve
Though there had been subtle signs of slippage, his social identity had been held in place by a host of people who knew [my father,] Ray Cunningham—the grocer, the pharmacist, the neighbors, the fire chief, the parishioners at the church where he was still rector emeritus. After the move, all of that life, along with the memory and mention of my mother, fell away. Yet some essential core of him remained, wandering in a dream desert, speaking in metaphor about the train he was riding or how rivers get confused when they near the sea.
I've started reading Elizabeth Cunningham's blog. It's a rich weave of philosophy, humor, poetry, dream, spirituality, life. I've made a feed if anyone else is interested:
elizandmaeve
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Date: 2010-03-05 09:49 am (UTC)I'd been meaning to look her up after your lovely book review yesterday, and this sounds great, too.
I love the word 'slippage'.
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Date: 2010-03-05 05:20 pm (UTC)