“It is not irritating to be where one is, it is only irritating to think one would like to be somewhere else.”–John Cage
escape
Doors and The Things That Matter
“A writer’s inner life matters: it is hard to imagine that anything matters more. Nor is this inner life something that anyone else is privy to, unless and until the writer wants to share it. It is a private, secret hotbed of activity, an unruly, unquiet, unholy cauldron bubbling with the best and the worst thoughts a person can think.”
– Eric Maisel
What if it’s worn on a sleeve, pushing right through the front door, mask-less, the manner in which is said to be ideal? What if the owner of the door is blind to all things that do not fulfill expectations and visions of front door behaviors. Is taking what comes then, being naive? is it only understanding and taking in energy on the expected level? If all that comes with me that I express, shows each facet as I turn in the Sun a succession, an ever changing view as I breathe in and out, as I adapt to circumstance receiving, interpreting, and feeding back messages of word and of energy, appears to change because your view says stagnant, fixed, and boxed. Does that make me any less honest or even more funny–any less me?
Does our writer friend up there express facets of self in pure fiction to escape himself/herself? Does the friend attempt to determine what would be most of marketable interest to a particular target audience? Does the friend just talk to himself/herself and not care at all of these return impressions? When one limits the approach of a human by using words like ‘use the front door’, do they provide their own rules and expectations as such so that one may choose to provide or to refuse? or are they simply afraid to state their needs and tell you they are sizing you up with prejudice or fears?
Does this idea all go back to honesty? trust? valuation? weights and measures? Or, is it something else? I’m enjoying the ride and am glad for continuing to grow and to share my view. It is your choice to meet me or not.
–elisa
Lips Like Sugar
Happiness is not the opposite of depression. The pursuit of happy is much like trying to be hot or to be cold. The concept of happy robs all of the enchantment of simple experience,
creating both the illusion of depression and the biochemical state of the brain caused by the stress of trying to obtain a thing that does not exist. The illusion of leaving depression comes from the lift from moving forward and taking action on each daily thing. The relief of the state of depression does not equal happy, it equals healthy choices, though such choices can come from avoidance of unpleasant feelings and emotions. Perhaps underneath it all, humans are so used to listening to others that we have some thing to escape, that we are always attempting to create an alternative to heaven–the ultimate escape artists.
Morning Trip (23)
Happiness is not the opposite of depression. The pursuit of happy is much like trying to be hot or to be cold. The concept of happy robs all of the enchantment of simple experience,
creating both the illusion of depression and the biochemical state of the brain caused by the stress of trying to obtain a thing that does not exist. The illusion of leaving depression comes from the lift from moving forward and taking action on each daily thing. The relief of the state of depression does not equal happy, it equals healthy choices, though such choices can come from avoidance of unpleasant feelings and emotions. Perhaps underneath it all, humans are so used to listening to others insisting and promoting the concept that we have some thing to escape, that we are always attempting to create an alternative to heaven to possess right now–the ultimate escape artists.
Elisa's Spot 