Write poetry
Write poetry—just to tell your truth.
:- Doug.
Evil may have always paced
In our blood
But since now we see
Ours are the times for
Choosing
:- Doug.
Archive for September 30th, 2011
Evil may have always paced
Waters lapping my canoe
Waters lapping my canoe
From the bottom looking
At changing clouds
Sitting in a new spot
Seeing my world afar
Allowing my being to be
Strangely touched, rejuvenated
:- Doug.
Fallow
Last night I did a little research about “fallow,” which turns out to plowing but not seeding a field for a season or two (I thought it was doing nothing to it). Seems even the ground rejuvenates through resting.
Which suggests that rest might be something we do better if we prepare. How would we prepare for rest?
Have some ideas of what we will do with the nothing time: random juxtaposition, lie on your back and stare at the clouds, walk in the woods, read something you would not normally read. Choose something truly different from what normal days consist in: maybe we know that intuitively by where we are drawn.
But just maybe we need to do some serious thinking about what we do during our habituated days, into what categories that fits in: reading, computer work, business meetings, telephone. Then we think what is opposite it on the circle of human activities, or 120 degrees different: a cabin in the mountains, a trip to an art gallery, a day designed by a grandchild. Or plan to not plan: get on the road and stop for whatever calls us, look for a place to stay just before we start feeling tired.
:- Doug.
