It’s funny how time moves you, not just into a future you never expected or a life you didn’t plan for, but how it utterly changes your view of the world, the things that touch your heart, or what you find to be relevant and meaningful.
I was big on saving things. Relationships, lost causes. It is a weary, lonely existence, trying to save people and things that have the power to save themselves. It plays into the nostalgic archetype of the savior, all fluttering capes and jutted jaws; stoic gazes and self sacrifice. It is a weary solitude that requires a belief bordering on self delusion - if not for me, what calamities would befall them all?
Zen doesn’t happen in a flash of enlightenment or a shimmering vision. It is, rather, more like a burst of tachyons that muddles your view of the past, present, and future, until it all melds into a single, liquid, nonlinear scheme. All is one.
As I look back on the year that was, it’s difficult to see the extremes. Perhaps because they don’t exist anymore and, unlike my convenient beliefs of years gone by, it’s likely a good thing that the rough edges have eroded. Life has become more about the others - the people, the causes, the missions that require a weary fortitude. Perhaps that’s why I haven’t written anything very well in such a long time.
It may be time to leave it all behind and find a life in which to start things entirely new.
When was the last time you let go, and lost yourself in a moment completely?
I went on an art walk! It was actually a little disappointing but the map was fun kind of.
I am so intrigued by doorways. But honestly, I am more intrigued by what lies behind them.
Our lives and the lives of others will always be caught between the struggle for war and peace, victory and surrender.
It's the thing to say.
Neither rain, nor sleet. Last day to mail presents and the queue is oddly not so bad.
Airports and Ports.