Meditative ramble
Dec. 22nd, 2005 08:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
narcasseI think I’m having one of those days, couple of days, where I sit in my head and placidly watch the world go by. I have LJ comments to reply to, posts to read, e-mail to answer, phonecalls to make, dishes to put away, laundry to fold, things to cook and all manner of other things I should be doing but instead I’m happily sitting and watching everything pass me by.
I’ve been reading mostly but nothing that I’d promised myself that I’d get around to reading. Everything has been wonderfully quiet, half the time I’m not even listening to music. Even the details of cooking or shuffling things round instead of tidying them up have been relatively simple.
It’s not a problem. I haven’t lost my urge to write or make noise or be damnably sparkly whenever the occasion might require it but I’m feeling wonderfully at peace with... I’ve had alcohol in my system for six days straight now, haven’t I? Not that that invalidates my point any.
"What the caterpillar calls the end, the rest of the world calls a butterfly."
- Lao Tzu
I don’t always have to quote “The Art of War” after all. What was my point anyway? I need to read Confucius’ analects again but not now.
Now I need to be still and placid and take a moment to happily be me. It’s something everyone should do once in a while really. Take a moment to be still and silent and be comfortable with who they are. Forgetting about ambitions or desires or failures or successes simply for a few moments if that’s all they can spare. Just enough to feel fulfilled in yourself, to balance your spirit if you like, to reset that quantum meter. Just a handful of seconds or minutes or hours that it takes to recalibrate self, to make sure that body and mind are in synchrony and that each breath you take is another step towards wherever it is that you would like to be.
As Lao Tzu said, the journey of a thousand miles begins with a step.
I’ve been reading mostly but nothing that I’d promised myself that I’d get around to reading. Everything has been wonderfully quiet, half the time I’m not even listening to music. Even the details of cooking or shuffling things round instead of tidying them up have been relatively simple.
It’s not a problem. I haven’t lost my urge to write or make noise or be damnably sparkly whenever the occasion might require it but I’m feeling wonderfully at peace with... I’ve had alcohol in my system for six days straight now, haven’t I? Not that that invalidates my point any.
"What the caterpillar calls the end, the rest of the world calls a butterfly."
- Lao Tzu
I don’t always have to quote “The Art of War” after all. What was my point anyway? I need to read Confucius’ analects again but not now.
Now I need to be still and placid and take a moment to happily be me. It’s something everyone should do once in a while really. Take a moment to be still and silent and be comfortable with who they are. Forgetting about ambitions or desires or failures or successes simply for a few moments if that’s all they can spare. Just enough to feel fulfilled in yourself, to balance your spirit if you like, to reset that quantum meter. Just a handful of seconds or minutes or hours that it takes to recalibrate self, to make sure that body and mind are in synchrony and that each breath you take is another step towards wherever it is that you would like to be.
As Lao Tzu said, the journey of a thousand miles begins with a step.
