It takes a certain type of focus, and not the best type, to sit and disregard the whining necessity of tasks left undone. It's a kind of math when you're overwhelmed and it makes sense at the time. If you have 500 things to do, and you can only do one of them, what difference does it make? 500 things left undone isn't materially worse than 499, right? If you ponder long, staring at the same spot on the wall, you might arrive at the grand unified theory for accomplishing all 500 things in one fell swoop. It could happen.
When you know something, it's in your head. When it's in your head, you stand under it. You under-stand it, understand? We stand upright, with our head on top. We understand the things in our heads. This is why other animals rarely grasp things as well as we do. (Actually that has more to do with our thumbs.)
I am stillness sometimes quiet, building inside the energy that leaks always out at the seams and cracks to move the world. One day this inhaling will be complete and I will sigh or scream. Screams are usually lies, but sighs are always true. If you scream a lie loud enough the truth will run and hide. If you sigh the truth softly the lies will not notice. I cannot, however, scream the truth. It just doesn't work for me. These are the things I think as I sit and wait, building the will to move, the will to open my eyes and get to work.
Hello, friends. How are you right now? How about now?
Love.
