I begin writing this with no preconceptions or preconceived notions of what I’m going to write. Sometimes you need to let go of preconceptions and assumptions and expectations, and let the thoughts and words flow. That’s how all of this began, and that’s how it’s going to continue.
Structure is a good thing, in the right amount. The unconscious is like an out-of-focus lens, and consciousness is the focusing of the lens. We have the ability to focus and defocus, zoom in and out.
When things get too complicated, the best thing to do is simplify. Get back to basics. Start over.
Sometimes the most profound thing you can do is to simply enjoy a beautiful day.
I’m lying on a cot in the shop’s garage enjoying the relative peace and quiet. Personal space is quite the commodity around here. Dad’s dozed off, and my tepid dabbling with social media has left me feeling somewhat empty.
Life goes on at the shop. I talked about moving on, but like I said, I’m not totally sure what that means, and I believe that moving on (aka change) happens on the inside, anyway. What’s important is that I’m finding fulfillment and meaning in my life.
Simplicity catches my interest. That, and the daily journey. There’s a lot to appreciate, after all.
It’s a new week, and it’s been a week since I last wrote. As you can imagine, many things have happened. Where do I start?
I’m getting the hang of working on cars. I’m really into playing guitar. I can say that I’m happy (not perfect, but perfectly happy).
Keep it simple like sincerity. The leaves and birds are coming back. I have songs and stories on my mind.
It’s a rainy beginning to a new week, and I’m enjoying it. My dad and I watch movies that I pick up from nearby pawn shops, and some are good, others not so much. In any case, I’m learning about storytelling, and getting ideas for stories.
The theme for last week turned out to be simplicity. Beneath all of the mental chatter is a calm and steady simplicity. That’s what I trust.
This blog isn’t meant to be the journal of an insomniac, but I do tend to write late at night (or very early in the morning, if you prefer). As usual, I’ve been working and learning a lot this week.
In my opinion, spirituality isn’t a halfway kind of thing. You either have faith and trust in it, or you don’t.
I believe that simplicity is spiritual, and so is appreciation.
I share a bed with my dad, and that’s something that once seemed impossible, but there’s fulfillment and meaningfulness in it. It’s easy and maybe seductive to focus on outer results, and lose sight of the truly valuable inner changes. I’m enjoying my nightly cup of coffee, which seems to help me go back to sleep.
There’s a difference between complicated and simple. That’s obvious enough, but serves as an important principle to live by. Anxiety used to feel like something of epic proportion, but experiencing a steady connection with my True Self is even more epic.
I know what good feels like, and I want to let it in. I’ve sometimes felt like I was out of control, and sometimes like I was trying to control too much. Now I’m putting my faith and trust in my True Self.