Floating on nothing
I have a handful of posts cooking. May not come to fruition. May be a cooking mass that I would eat, but wouldn’t serve to others.
So instead I’ll just share briefly about how wonderful it is to have access to a pool in near 100-degree temperatures.
How my mind can just float away with my body, the only sound reaching me is the sound of my own breath, my own blood, and the vague swishing of water if others are near.
Helps me forget how angry I can be. I’m angrier than I’d like to be, of late. I need to find peace, quiet, centeredness. But my mind is always going. I’m always reading. Playing with my new iPod (device of profound deviousness, oh yes, it can take up your entire life). Worrying about work. Money. What will happen when I want to move into a smaller but more expensive place some day, but am so attached to this junk. What happens in my future.
Instead there’s just peace. Water. Timelessness. Weightlessness.
No hurry. No worry about whether the sunblock is really waterproof because I’ve got fairly good evidence that it’s not.
Life can be good when I’m not at that place which is beginning to make me physically ill.
I just need to forget. And listen to the sound of my own body.
Poetic entry. Quite nice.
Breathe. Just breathe. That’s what you need to do at times like this (though it’s hard to remember sometimes). Breathe and swim…or rather, just float. I think you’ve got the right idea
umm, I’ve taken a lot of time reading a lot of your posts (but not all), see for the longest time I kept misplacing the link to your blog but I promise to be a better brother and read your blog more frequently.
anyway, I like being an asshole and all but thats not why I posted. I think you truly have a gift for writing and this page is really nice.
Now don’t expect any further complements
I’m not going to spoil the tinge of sweetness from an otherwise sarcastic personage. I’ll leave it at thank you, and you should come here and pester me all the time.