mostly-coherent ramblings about existence, post-transition from what is hopefully only the early-middle bit of a new era. emphasis on “hopefully” April 2nd. It’s April already. April of 2015, no less. […]
I want to talk about how the feel of permanency that comes with some breaks, some pain, and the relief that comes when you finally notice it subsiding. I want to talk about how hard it is to believe anything will grow out of the scorched earth after a forest fire. I want to have a small late-afternoon at a lakeside cafe meditation on what, then, it means to heal.
I spend a lot of time on my balcony. I spend a lot of time thinking. Thus it is not surprising that I spend a lot of time thinking the my balcony. If there is weather appropriate for a state of uncertainty, for a "what now?" considering-life sort of mood, it is a gray afternoon such as this one.