I think I'm one of those who would have no trouble sitting in silence for fifteen minutes. I seem to have more things to think deeply about than I have quiet time. 🤫
You sound like a Buddhist...in a very very good non religious way
.tho whatever religion you believe in or don't believe in at all would be right at home. Check out the official Walk for Peace FB page about the monks 2300 mile walk from Ft. Worth to DC last winter. There were many talks (dhammas) along the way about how to deal with exactly what you wrote about ..and how to achieve peace. Its a "How To" guide to feeling better. While you are at it, check out the dog..Aloka. Aloka is the Pali word for light. He has his own FB page now and I guarantee his story and his life as a monk (some might say honorary monk but I'm not sure he doesn't qualify as a real monk with 4 legs) will lighten your heart. Definitely worth 10 minutes time to check it out.
One of the reasons I have not been writing anything but poetry. In fact, I'm retreating from the digital three ring spectacle. Dumb phone. Canceling streaming services. Only a 4G hotspot if I need to be online. Read more books. Ride my bike.
In the end, all that we will ever be is the sum of everything we have touched, everything we have seen, and every moment we allowed ourselves to feel. Nothing more. Nothing less. And that is everything. The rest is just white noise.
I have beens sitting with a similar situation. I usually write a post each week-end, and the last few days, as I go for my morning hike (where I get my inspirations) I have just been met with silence. So I was back home today thinking maybe I should write a post a bout silence.
But what weirdness to speak with words of what happens before words. To fill up the space to speak of emptiness, the speak of silence and hence breaking it in the same movement. And creation is a destructive act. The musician break the silence. The painter stain the white canvas. The cineaste pierce the darkness with light. The potter bends the formless into form...
I once wrote "silence is an occasion to hear something we have never heard". So you've inspired me , I will also try to speak about the wordless, the tell the ineffable. You post became a cue.
This is a wonderful post, one of your best. I agree with you 100%. I’m tired of it all. It’s just like endless psychobabble. I’ve gone to gardening native plants in my area to bring in some wildlife, mostly bees and birds and butterflies. Anything I can do to help them. I feel calm when I’m out there. For me nothing satisfies like getting out in nature and while it’s not silent necessarily, it’s a good kind of noise.
I’m sick to death of politics because nothing ever changes and it’ll probably just get worse. I’m just glad I’m old and I’ll enjoy what I’ve got left and because of that I don’t worry with stocking up or growing my own food.. I also enjoy a good glass of wine with a like-minded friend. Simple things in life are the best and the powers that be will never feel that way because for them it’s all about power and money. Something I have little interest in other than some sense of security before I leave this mortal coil.
Sounds a bit like my take on the "news". So many are trying to guess what is going to happen next. I decided to ignor those because after all, it is just a guess, and I will wait to see what actually happens. I can make reasonable preparations for what might happen, under several scenarious, and that is all I can realistically do. I go out and take care of my plants, and sometimes plant something new, even though I may not live long enough to see it get big (I'm 76).
I used to lie in bed and imagine the nothingness that would have been, if the universe had never existed... at age six. At age 60, I wish that the universe would go on forever... and I would gladly sacrifice myself, if that might purchase some time for the rest of existence.
Sadly, the intimate thoughts of biological anomalies are no longer of value in this digital realm.
Literally nothing to add 🙏
I think I'm one of those who would have no trouble sitting in silence for fifteen minutes. I seem to have more things to think deeply about than I have quiet time. 🤫
Nope, we do it every day. :)
You sound like a Buddhist...in a very very good non religious way
.tho whatever religion you believe in or don't believe in at all would be right at home. Check out the official Walk for Peace FB page about the monks 2300 mile walk from Ft. Worth to DC last winter. There were many talks (dhammas) along the way about how to deal with exactly what you wrote about ..and how to achieve peace. Its a "How To" guide to feeling better. While you are at it, check out the dog..Aloka. Aloka is the Pali word for light. He has his own FB page now and I guarantee his story and his life as a monk (some might say honorary monk but I'm not sure he doesn't qualify as a real monk with 4 legs) will lighten your heart. Definitely worth 10 minutes time to check it out.
Sounds good. :)
One of the reasons I have not been writing anything but poetry. In fact, I'm retreating from the digital three ring spectacle. Dumb phone. Canceling streaming services. Only a 4G hotspot if I need to be online. Read more books. Ride my bike.
Will it be hard? Yes. Is it necessary? Yes.
Yep, very necessary.
In the end, all that we will ever be is the sum of everything we have touched, everything we have seen, and every moment we allowed ourselves to feel. Nothing more. Nothing less. And that is everything. The rest is just white noise.
Thank you, this hit home.
You would enjoy a trip into town on a donkey wagon via farm roads. I think.
That is an odd synchronicity...
I have beens sitting with a similar situation. I usually write a post each week-end, and the last few days, as I go for my morning hike (where I get my inspirations) I have just been met with silence. So I was back home today thinking maybe I should write a post a bout silence.
But what weirdness to speak with words of what happens before words. To fill up the space to speak of emptiness, the speak of silence and hence breaking it in the same movement. And creation is a destructive act. The musician break the silence. The painter stain the white canvas. The cineaste pierce the darkness with light. The potter bends the formless into form...
I once wrote "silence is an occasion to hear something we have never heard". So you've inspired me , I will also try to speak about the wordless, the tell the ineffable. You post became a cue.
Deep gratitude for the inspiration.
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Well done! I shared and just read it again. Good stuff, especially about talking as a way to affirm our own existence.
yes.. like being thrown out of a giant spin cycle ...
This is a wonderful post, one of your best. I agree with you 100%. I’m tired of it all. It’s just like endless psychobabble. I’ve gone to gardening native plants in my area to bring in some wildlife, mostly bees and birds and butterflies. Anything I can do to help them. I feel calm when I’m out there. For me nothing satisfies like getting out in nature and while it’s not silent necessarily, it’s a good kind of noise.
I’m sick to death of politics because nothing ever changes and it’ll probably just get worse. I’m just glad I’m old and I’ll enjoy what I’ve got left and because of that I don’t worry with stocking up or growing my own food.. I also enjoy a good glass of wine with a like-minded friend. Simple things in life are the best and the powers that be will never feel that way because for them it’s all about power and money. Something I have little interest in other than some sense of security before I leave this mortal coil.
Thanks I needed that 😶🌫️
Sounds a bit like my take on the "news". So many are trying to guess what is going to happen next. I decided to ignor those because after all, it is just a guess, and I will wait to see what actually happens. I can make reasonable preparations for what might happen, under several scenarious, and that is all I can realistically do. I go out and take care of my plants, and sometimes plant something new, even though I may not live long enough to see it get big (I'm 76).
"when you pronounce its name, it disappears"
What a gem! Lovely to read while relaxing at the end of my evening. Thank you.
Your words describe my headspace.
I used to lie in bed and imagine the nothingness that would have been, if the universe had never existed... at age six. At age 60, I wish that the universe would go on forever... and I would gladly sacrifice myself, if that might purchase some time for the rest of existence.
Sadly, the intimate thoughts of biological anomalies are no longer of value in this digital realm.