Lake Cliff Park + nice day
I haven't been writing, because I've been slightly freaked, medically speaking. Or something like that.
I haven't been avoiding writing for lack of peace...If this juxtaposition of being slightly freaked + the following can makes sense together, I'm actually MORE peaceful. More accurately, the place I'm in is best described as more "input" than "output." It's a place I've always gone where I need to center: Inside, spirit, nature. Historically, writing is a big piece of that, but I've been finding more of myself in emptiness, sitting than expressing or "thinking through."
I 've been reading a lot of Eckhart and having long meditation mornings. I've been trying to do my own little things like sit outside, go to bed whenever I feel sleepy, shut myself in my room when I feel depleted a all. Sometimes that's 6:30, but to paraphrase Byron Katie: This is exactly what is supposed to be...how do I know? Because it is what IS.
I'm sleeping sooo much, I'm exercising, I'm respecting my body and what I put into it, I've placed huge boundaries at work that were much needed. It's hard to do this when your work feels spiritual and gives back so much, but has to be done.
