Sometimes when I wake up, there's a terrible sensation of Time. This is one of those mornings. My eyelids weigh heavy with the desert of sleep, my arms slack dumbly at this desk, and words kettle around thoughts before they land and attach meaning to my thick consciousness. I reach for the mental rewind button, and will myself back to the cottonness of my bed.
Lately, I've been feeling disconnected and stray. It's a spiritual thing, and I can't figure out which socket I should plug back into. Vibrations are scattered. Resonance is thin. Sitting alone in this boxy room, I feel so without.
John Muir said, Tug on anything at all and you'll find it connected to everything else in the universe. I'll be meditating on this today, trying to believe in patterns and wires; trying to channel patience with myself, and not feel so isolated and mute. These dull thoughts come out of me and into you...and maybe you know what I mean.
"words kettle around thoughts"...wow. exquisite word play.
for that alone, you should be allowed to take the day off.
Posted by: paul | on April 28, 2006 10:04 AM