There are moments in life where the outer world, our own personal outer world, is far beyond coherent, open, and good. I do not know of any word that holds the place of this field – this thing I mean to discuss. In some ways that is unfortunate, but what is fortunate, is that You are able to understand what I mean. Some of you, at least…
This world of ours – less ethereal now and more local – has been changing in ways that merit a good head scratching. Partly, that’s because it’s been in a transition phase…when exactly is a caterpillar no longer a caterpillar but a butterfly? At which moment does this happen? Not that our world is becoming a 🦋, although, I wish it were. And, I suppose further, maybe it is that this is the process needed for that to happen.
A move back to something personal – my world, inner and outer, have been far removed from being in concert with one another. That is to say, I also feel that the nature of what I’m working on has been recalcintrant, stubborn, bullish, and unwilling to connect with me in ways that create resolve and progress. Grrrrr.
Even my efforts to perform this simple task of composing a few words feels clunky and disembodied. Why am I writing then? Because I desire it. I wish to return to writing so as to thread my conscious mind into a structure that I might revisit later. I’ve heard that writing down your emotions resolves them in some way. Deep breath in. Hold. 2. 3. 4. Slow exhale. Ok. Let’s have another go at this whole thing….
Sending you some of my very best good thoughts. [: