I do know about cities and clouds And for these I go on living On the other side of the border, gloomy thoughts are hidden No interest in looking for them High above the unchangeable No nostalgia for a thing passed High above in loveliness Here, high above it, I feel safe In the fullness of emptiness (A song written in the clouds)
Though we are constant inhabitants of the unknown and certainty will never be entirely in our grasp, we structure our lives- we need to, for a sense of purpose, to achieve things, to instill a sense of clarity. What's occurred to me evermore in the light of the pandemic is the shock that comes with the loss of structure and control. It's dizzying, uncomfortable and creates genuine panic and pressures on us economically, mentally, socially. I have tried to take this time to focus on the expansion of mental freedom and mental health, I have days with it that are...
"It’s only by taking myself away from clutter and distraction that I can begin to hear something out of earshot and recall that listening is much more invigorating than giving voice to all the thoughts and prejudices that anyway keep me company twenty-four hours a day. And it’s only by going nowhere — by sitting still or letting my mind relax — that I find that the thoughts that come to me unbidden are far fresher and more imaginative than the ones I consciously seek out.”- Pico Iyer, from ‘The Art of Stillness. Adventures in going nowhere’
Be still in times like these Feel the fear and push it to the side Follow it if it insists to hide Be still Freeze still in times like these Clear is the mind as sunshine seeps in Grand plan where have you gone? I've missed you so In your absence I've been busy, without working notes
You wanted nothing but to be carried
No expectation, of furthering or nearing sand
"Make the best use of what is in your power, and take the rest as it happens". — Epictetus I write myself reminders and leave them in pockets. Gentle prompts rediscovered time and time again.