My head is a very strange place. And it has dark corners and secret hide-outs...
It has memories so clear and ones that I'd rather forget. I'd rather forget many, many things. I sometimes think if that would mean that I would have chosen to be someone else if the choice was to be mine..
Would I? Would you?
People pay attention to the wrong words. They do...
That's the point though, to hide the meaningful amongst a pile of meaningless...and it would only stand out to those who matter. To those who deserve to see it. It would reveal itself and you need not make the slightest effort.
You see? Do you?
Is it liberating to meditate? Or is liberation in itself an act of meditation- detachment. Sand, sea, pen and paper. Sun- or not. Just a mind that is de-cluttering... clouds disappearing and finally; clarity.
Is it clear? Is it possible?
I wish I were free...and that you were too. I think of how we would act in such freedom. In a lack of obligations. In total abstraction. Do you ever think how that would feel like and how that could be? To float?
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In total abstraction? Sounds scary and strange to me.
"People pay attention to the wrong words. They do..."
very true.
Don't wish, do.
Oh no! that ballon photo is cute...
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I love this post.
And, yes, I too wonder what it would be like to float... live in total abstraction with no obligation. It's so foreign and intriguing. I some times long for it. Ohhh to be able to float. I feel the stress and confusion rising just thinking about how it would feel...
Oh, Sara,
I love this post,
and I love you.
I do, I do.
xxx
all the time. i think about what it would be like to float in abstraction all the time. enjoyed this post.
I used to meditate. A lot. I could get so very far outside myself -- way beyond anywhere at all. But I stopped, abruptly, years ago -- when I realized that I was using it as a weird form of escapism. It occurred to me that perhaps one ought to be going deeper and deeper inside, in meditation, instead of the other way around. Or, if not that, then at least outside and inside all at once. Some sort of perfect equilibrium.
In any case, I have no such equilibrium at all. And I no longer really meditate.
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Hmm.. I understand this feeling!
Cute pic
I am always thinking about it; floating...
I liked this post very much. You pretty. xo
I'd like to be free too, please.
<3
I find myself drawn more than ever to the mysterious side of people; the dark corners and secret hideouts as you say, that they would rather keep hidden. Completely and utterly fascinates me. (I've been studying psychology and philosophy on and off the past couple months, just for personal interest).
I think the real exhilaration is to be found inward. We can't discount that,and I think there's a certain freedom and liberation to be found in better understanding that side of ourselves.
You've piqued my curiosity just through this post Sara, I'm going to read more.
That balloons are amazing. Feel free.
Mika
love this post. i wish we all were free..
i wish you knew...
you have no idea
you have such a gift. i'm jealous of your writing.
i like the secret hide-outs in my head. they are the only things that are my own sometimes.
Such a gorgeous post!
It makes me dreamy...
and I think that sometimes i should be more living in NOW, in stead of living in the past and the future...
Hope you are well, friend.
<3
Mila.
fabulous post Sara!
This is beautiful! I love the "dark corners" line...I just used "dark pockets of my mind" in a poem the other day. Same idea, I think :)
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