I don’t really have the charisma to type today… the only type of sitting still I really find myself doing these days is watching the olympics or sleeping. Between working (this landscaping job with some of my teammates) and practice, I’m awfully tired. But today, i woke up (in another random house; this time, Scott’s and Erin’s pad) and fulfilled my customary morning trip to the rest room. It was there that I made a slight discovery.
In general, I really appreciate the bathroom for it’s proper name — Restroom. I find that trying to rest there makes it all the more worthwhile. I often think and dream — sure, I get the job done, but in the comfort of my own home (or someone else’s for that matter), I prefer to draw out the experience a little, and really capitalize on the resting that can be (should be?) achieved. If I’m lucky, there’s generally a mirror across from my chair and I can make faces, and give speeches. Usually there’s a wide variety of reading material to choose from or a friend cat/dog to hangout with…
But today, I found myself slapping my knees like small african drums. I realized that I have this beat that is sort of like my default beat — whenever I’m humming or tapping or striking objects together. I’d like to think that i’m good at it. I’ll admit that i’m not very good at many other beats, and certainly no good at singing while drumming with any other beats — but THIS one… I’m tellin’ you, i’m good at it. I’ve been identifying with this particular beat for years. There’s something about the rhythm I think, that uniquely gets at my own soul, and it got me wondering. Do other people have their own natural, rhythmic, internal beat? Do they find themselves drumming a rhythm that they’ve never really heard before? And then i got to wondering if that’s how certain ancient, indigenous tribes established their cultural dances and music — from the natural beats and rhythms of elders from long long ago.
Needless to say, I thought a lot about this… asking many more questions about the nature of my own tune for at least 20 minutes. But as I said, I don’t really have the charisma to type about it today. so, I’m going to go take a nap.
I saw this the other day on some commercial, and I liked the message. I mean, who wouldn’t?
* Eat Right
* Be Active
* Don’t Smoke
(and)
- LIVE LONG -
I’m going to give this a solid try.
I have just recently finished spending a glorious amount of time playing with candle wax - yup, candle wax… It was absolutely wonderful. Never have I given into my inner and curious child quite as fully nor as wholly as tonight with these three candles. It was like all those years at camp were forgotten, all those nights of sitting around candle light, and giving my full, undivided attention to children was set aside —- tonight, I gave in and played with the wax. I let it drip on the table. I made stalactites of glory. I used the extra wax and built a wax-catching-reservoir and sealed all the cracks with, yup, you guessed it, more wax! For a small while, and alongside the pleasant company of one Ashley Miller, everything was right. With the gentle-flickering candles burning their sweet smells into my memory, and the bright New Mexican sky winking with its cool refreshing breezes, I could finally begin to think again … with a type of clarity that’s been all too absent.