I was expecting this week to be physically challenging and then some. I’ve been driving quite a bit, I’m not sleeping on my usual bed, and I spent the last couple of weeks doing a lot of activities my body doesn’t really care for.
But nope, my flesh and bones aren’t throbbing. There is the usual discomfort—my hip aches as it tries to adjust to a new sitting spot, and my shoulder doesn’t like to feel left out so it has been whining, too—but none of the agony that leaves my body stiff and shaking, and my eyeballs glued to the inside of my eyelids.
Some might be thinking, I don’t get it, aren’t you still in pain? Yes, I am, chronic pain is the unwanted gift that keeps on giving. However, when your doctors and your body show that your medical record could have been coauthored by Edgar Allan Poe, Mary Shelley, and the Borg, a bit of hip and shoulder pain after a lot of activity feels a whole lot like a blessing.
Now, the bit on Mulengro… Have you read Charles de Lint, my Wicked Luvs? If not, you might want to give this gifted Canadian author a try. I fell in love with his style after reading Memory and Dream, then Dream Underfoot, then Mulengro: A Romany Tale… Here is a bit from the latter:
“He had tried to explain it to other Gaje [non-Gypsies] with predictable results. They either responded with disbelief, or that certain look that meant they were assimilating it as a curious anthropological quirk—the same way they responded to the customs of Native Americans or African tribesmen, with the superior air of an adult listening to a child describing the fairies that lived at the bottom of the garden. Che chorobia. What vagaries. How odd.”
Yet, Janfri realized, the Gaje were not so different themselves. They had only one crime amongst them and that was theft. Theft of goods. Murder, which was the theft of life. Rape, which was the theft of a woman’s privacy and dignity. All they cared about was their possessions. All their laws were devoted to protecting their property. It was as simple and complex as marhime [purity laws] and, from an outsider’s point of view looking in, just as bewildering. Che chorobia, indeed.
Oh, and I LOVE this image from the cover of Memory and Dream, via Fabulous Realms