Daily writing practice
2021/9/17 Some weeks ago I was watching some videos people made showing the operation of their antique washing machines. Ones with rolling wringers on top. Those wringing rolls really squeeze the laundry. It's quite a sight and really gives me new appreciation for the idiom. When there's a lot of pressure on you you really do feel squeezed. Perhaps not quite as squeezed as if you were actually 'put through the wringer' but the sentiment is apt.
2021/9/16 #poetry You might get lost. You shouldn't go. It's dangerous, didn't you know? You need a plan. You must take care. There could be cougar, wolf, or bear. Bring a friend. Go together. You'll be safer in any weather. The journey might be worth your time but staying whole is just sublime.
2021/9/15 #poetry Furious scribbles. I could never write like that. One might call me deliberate, but I'm just slow. The wind here is also furious. Keeping the paper from flying off doesn't take my full weight, but it feels like it. Chilly gusts over and over, but the sun makes up for it. Almost too warm. It's certainly better outside than in these days. I've been in altogether way too much lately. Weather of any sort almost universally takes my breath away.
I get to make my own life. I have a set of choices that I can pick from. More than most but not unlimited. Things that I hadn't chosen, had just encountered by circumstance, are falling away. I'm set in many of my decisions already, and carry them as limits as well. There'll be always be change and room for change. When it isn't how I expected it gives me a lot of energy. I might channel that into anxiety or elation but ultimately it's just increase of activity. Resist less for lower stress.
2021/9/14 #poetry If the sky falls today I don't think I'd notice. The chaos would fit right in to how everything seems to be going inside and out. If the world caught on fire today, I'm pretty sure I'd stay focused on the million things that I'm already trying to deal with. That extra pressure wouldn't change much at all. If the universe got torn apart today, there's a good chance I'd be able to make a note of it. I might even pause to watch, I mean that's certainly once in a lifetime, but only for a moment before I got back to my busy-ness. If all the technology stopped working, that would really put a crinkle in my progress. I'd have to redo a lot of work but I'd manage. You can't stop me Gort.
2021/9/13 Ah, apparently my risk tolerance is super low today. I wasn't willing to buy a $35 electronic device since there's no guarantee it'll work. This is after I learned that my childhood home will be in a sense dismantled. I'm just shaken up, which seems appropriate.
2021/9/12 So, getting into something new that is fun and exciting can really tare the rug out from my habit building progress. Not getting into anything fun or exciting is not good since life becomes dull and monotonous. There's got to be some balance that will work. Maybe when habits are more firmly established or a system is in place that is more robust it won't be as easy to be uprooted.
2021/9/11 #poetry That color that I took a note of, I'm not sure where I saw it anymore. The incredible amount of information that I process has washed away that old and unmeaningful memory. In the moment I thought it was worth noting. I might again if I live through the same experience. That doesn't make it worth keeping a permanent record of with immediate access in my brain apparently. It couldn't hold everything that I find interesting. Where would the time to review it all come from? It would take most of a day to review all the interesting thoughts, sights, encounters, and sensations from a day. What would be the point? Relive it all again and again and again? Our biology is structured to keep us moving forward, review is only to help with that and the limitations help us not to get stuck in it.
2021/9/10 #poetry Since today I wanted to start and to make the life that I really found delightful and to have hope and to feel that I could become, and quickly, that shining star that I envision myself to be, I thought I should take steps that were in the right direction. What steps, and how to find that direction, the quick one, were what I then contended with. All I need is to make a move, I should know that the move was forward as it would feel good. Forward I went, making strides, accomplishing. I felt well and proper and that it was as it should. This day, now almost complete, is quite a promising beginning.
2021/9/9 #poetry So, I have to ask, did it change your world? Did things turn around, were they swirled? Is everything swell? Did it make things right? Did it open up your mind to the light? Could I skip it and still feel good? Could I do what I want instead of what I should? Would that detract from my ultimate goal? Or can I just blow on the dice before I roll?
2021/9/8 #poetry I saw a horse. Running across the tops of the skyscrapers. Jumping from one to the next. Impossibly. As a horse, it expressed no humanly perceptible emotion, but the action of its running was rhythmic & calming. I followed by watching. It circled around me. Far from where I was. A large curving trail. Its hoofbeats were soundless. Washed away by the city.
Astounding, this power. Imagination is given a low status culturally. Perhaps because you don't have to earn it. It deserves more clout. It is responsible for positive motivation. For the beginning, and often other parts, of the creation of new things.