We must try to cultivate a better sense of somatic awareness of the tools in our lives and give names to the things we discover.
In the last few months I’ve become acutely aware of, and sensitive too, the types and qualities of attention that I can experience.
I feel like I’m back at the controls of a machine that has been set to autopilot for a long time.
After 10 years of meditation, I’ve concluded it’s not an act of self care. It’s an act of colossal self indulgence.
Perhaps things that are meaning-less can be made meaning-full by stepping away from them?
After dinner we found our selves drifting towards the Mall and Buckingham palace to see the flowers.
Pinball Wizard is the name for a 1970’s cyborg. People who first entered a world inside a machine and ‘touched’ the metaverse.
I can feel the ‘Spring Clean’ on its way. You can always feel it coming.
The horror as my depression lifted at the beginning of the UK lockdown. It wasn’t depression stopping me. It was something far worse. Me.
Moments of psychic intensity generate ‘Big Feelings’. That we then carry around with us as unprocessed loops that keep us awake at night.
I’m really glad that the sun has come out. The last few weeks of cold and grey have been super annoying.
We broke dry January yesterday as it was Eve’s birthday. We started drinking at 1pm. Now I have a hangover.
Maybe ideas don’t come fully formed, instead they are a sequence of ideas that pour out of you one after another in a cascading instant.
Retrospectives for 2020 are dropping in my RSS reader. Here’s mine.
The tip of its tail flicks unbeknownst to the cat. Its inner world betraying the stillness of its body. Just like our minds.
Doing puts knowledge in your body and not your brain.