September 29th, 2008
Boating
Do you have places you go or things you do, where nothing matters anymore, in the sense that nothing ordinarily stressful is stressful?
Transcriptorial: You never really forget those things. / It's just that they don't matter.
rocking out on guitar/piano and singing does it for me every time. not practicing in a structured way, just improvising and letting the sounds go wherever they want to.
Contemplation. It’s a difficult thing to achieve in this noisy world, but when you reach that place of peace, nothing matters. Five minutes can seem like a long, restful day.
thinking about the universe will make you feel so small that it’s impossible for anything to bother you. being near the ocean accomplishes the same, i think.
I’ve definitely experienced the same thing – thinking about the universe makes you feel small. And it’s like nothing matters. But not in a bad way, it’s… kind of a relief.
I wonder why I liv-YADA YADA YADA I’m not listening.
I wish I had something I could do to have that happen.
Not even sleep is guaranteed to help.
Roleplaying — the more elaborate and immersive the better.
I hate it when life goes together, when the thoughts of last night seemingly manifest themselves in other ways.
…I had to get warm somehow…it’s freezing in the ocean…but now I’ve used up my matches…oh well, it doesn’t matter anymore…
Forward. To get away, to find a place where this isn’t stressful and in which those things don’t matter, I go forward.
Be careful to move forward, not flee forward. Fleeing consistently can lead to having no where left to go.
Move forward, certainly. But have some idea of a direction, if not a destination.
‘Doesn’t everybody have their own Rock Island,
Their own little patch of sand,
Where the seabirds call and your angels fall
and you find you can hardly stand…
Just when you’re drowning, the tide goes down.
Your back on your
Rock Island…’
(Ian Anderson)
For me, Dreamtime is the place where all else shrinks to its proper distant perspective. Lucid dreaming…
My boyfriend’s farm at the other end of the country and as I drive there everything I thought was problematic melts away until I reach his gate in the peace of the country feeling like a child, innocent and joyful.
Yeah, you never really forget these things.
And they still do matter.
But sometimes the tide turns, and other things suddenly matter more.