Stood at the back door https://www.blipfoto.com/entry/2570155135493738242 wondering (mostly about where my marbles have gone)

Written later...
After mowing the lawn (one of the things I had been contemplating at the back door above when I posted the blip) I managed to break my favourite mug (having already broken all my other favourite mugs.... https://www.blipfoto.com/entry/2585598358185840391)
I find myself speculating if it is ever a good idea to become attached...mugs or otherwise. It is, of course, a painful business. Samsara, dukkah, and all that.

It was given to me by my friend and made by a young local potter. I went in search of another. So much for letting go ...and mugs can be more easily replaced than other things (although Theseus’s ship and all that...it’s not the same mug).
Anyway I couldn’t find one and I’m not even sure he’s still around. I made for a quick exit consoling myself for the wasted journey with an ice cream. The town was hot and heaving and i started to feel a tad distressed so I slipped through a gap into a quiet Quaker garden I knew of and sat on the bench crying and eating my ice cream. A picture of absurdity if ever there was one.

I looked at the almost impossible red of a Rose rambling through the hedge and wondered at the remarkableness of creating this little oasis when, just feet away, there was mayhem. Consoled, I carried on.

At some point I might be able to put some coherence around thoughts on alone and loneliness and anger and isolation and withdrawal and attachment stuff. Don’t hold your breath as it is a swirling incoherence at the moment but just writing this is helping me to try to pull the threads into some kind of crystallisation... Am I talking to myself? You see, that’s another interesting one ...
Right...eat your heart out William James..stream of consciousness central...so many hares to chase ...