Wading Through Time

February 25th, 2009

I’m sorry for the lapse in the Creative Living series and for whatever other sins of omission I may have committed lately.

I’m now in Phnom Penh, after what seemed like a decade in the air, and am fighting my way through a thick foam of time to try to get to the point where I don’t fall asleep at 1 PM no matter what I’m doing and wake up at 1 AM no matter what I’ve taken.  (All prescribed and AMA-approved, so don’t get too interested.)

It would also be nice to start writing again, but I did 800 words yesterday and they were less interesting than the average Arby’s menu.

Anyway, give me a couple of days, until I’m fully conscious.

In the meantime, read Susan’s description of how the ghost in her apartment was exorcised.  It’s beautiful, and it’s right here.

See you later.

5 Responses to “Wading Through Time”

  1. Cynthia Mueller Says:

    Yay, Tim! Thanks for checking in! Glad you hear you’ve landed and you’re in one piece. Can’t wait to hear more about your trip, and also to get back on track with the Creativity series.

  2. Suzanna Says:

    Hi, Tim

    Take your time it’s a big adjustment. We’ll wait for ya!

    I just read Susan’s story about having her apartment exorcised. It’s good to know that there are ways to deal with ghosts should I ever need to!

    Before we moved into our house a couple of years ago I did a sort of purification of each room with some smoking sage, something a Shaman friend showed me how to do. I’m not sure it was completely necessary because one of the things about our house, which I noticed pretty quickly is that it was at the time, and seems to remain, free and clear of any weird energy leftover from the previous occupants (dead or alive!).

    However, not so at the prison on Alcatraz Island. My niece who was visiting us from Austin wanted to see it and I’d never been so I didn’t think twice about taking her. Thought it would be nice to be on the water on the way there and back. When we stood before the solitary confinement cell I thought it would be interesting to see just how much room the cell had so I nonchalantly stepped inside and was completely overwhelmed with the urge to get the hell out of there, fast, and I did. I didn’t see any ghosts but I sure felt them. Very very creepy feeling of the pain and misery that must have gone on in that cell. It would take some powerful monks to exorcise that place.

  3. Sylvia Says:

    As someone who has not had a cheddar cheese roast beef sandwich since 1989, I can tell you that I’d be THRILLED to see an Arby’s menu. Oh wait, did I just say that outloud?

    Timezones are horrid. Hang in there.

    (how funny, my word verification is Noche subtitles. There’s a story in there!)

  4. Timothy Hallinan Says:

    Hi, everybody —

    Cynthia, thanks for the congrats on landing alive (and not before the plane was supposed to, which is what usually worries me), and as you can see, the creativity series is back on track.

    Suzanna, I think Susan’s story is amazing. (It’s here for anyone who wants to read it.) And you should. I’ve been remiss in not answering her. And if anyplace on earth is haunted, it’d be Alcatraz.

    And Sylvia, thanks for pointing out the word verification. I love these. My current one is “those $17-billion,” which seems kind of appropriate in a melancholy way. I wish anyone who gets a good combination would put it into their post — maybe we could build Haiku out of them. Or something.

  5. Suzanna Says:

    Ahhhh, good to have you back on the blog, Tim and friends.

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