Wow, has it really been 2 months–again? Sorry, I have been very distracted, not that I haven't been thinking of you.
I've been craving simplicity, and while my lightbox isn't meant to feature 'I' very heavily–at least in word–it is an unavoidable feature of current thought. I have a maxim, that unless you can do it for yourself you can't do it for other people (discuss - is this true?). Therefore, I've been taking care and taking stock, emerging from what has felt like a gruelling wintertime.
A rock to sit on, just inches above the permanently shifting ocean surface. A rock to watch, to reassure me that there are presences in life which are—thankfully—immovable and show up their features best under the swill of wave and tide. And an ocean of thought stretching out from my toes into a place that doesn't name itself as sky or sea, collecting my own thoughts into its belly and letting them exist unresolved and mysterious in origin.
This is a great space of paradox, letting me bring everything and then telling me about the eternity of unsolved mystery that everything will always be. And doesn't it look beautiful, and isn't its simplicity calming?
{Today's soundtrack: The squealing swifts outside my window, back from their African winter! It's so good to have them back.}
