On the topic of connectedness ...
I'm thinking about how the things that have happened in one's life make them different ... um, unique. The things I said yes to, the things ... challenges I stepped up to, big things and little things ... things I said no to ... things I made stop ... choices, all of the choices and other things ... circumstances, things which were out of my hands. I can see the connections. I can see how I have become me.
I am getting better at accepting the flow of things.
Maybe that's it.
I don't know ... I feel my soul shrug. Nothing really seems to matter. I stay busy ... I listen to music and do my little jobs ... making things better. I look for things to jettison. I float.
I am on a big pink tube with my feet dangling in the water ... and my head is back trailing my hair on the opposite side ... I feel the light, but my eyes are closed. I think about Mr. Turrell's work. I wish I could have a small enough piece of the vastness of sky to actually see it ... a square or a circle of sky and light and nothing and the place where everything passes through ... oh I hope I get to seefeel that space near Flagstaff that he has been unearthing.
Yeah ... just chill in' on a Sunday evening. I have my ear phones in, no tunes ... they block sounds out and I hear my unique silence.
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