I’ve been here for nearly nine months now and I’ve most drastically just realized that I never really sit and do absolutely nothing. I guess I had several lazy days in the summer where I didn’t really acomplish much, but even those were filled with silly tastks like facebook that kept me even more bored than I would have been otherwise.
Only moments ago I was reminded of the beauty of quietude. I am at home alone in the apartment. It is the first very cold week of the year and all of the electricity went off in our entire district. The typical reaction to such seems to be a minor panic and anamosity regarding all the things we could be accomplishing but are suddenly barred from taking part in. This evening I found myself genuinely pleased especially when I discovered that the computer I was working on and my cell phone were both about to die. It was as if the universe had goven me permission to take a rain check on participating in anything I am “supposed” to do.
I poured some wine, lit a candle and covered the turtles to keep them fom getting cold. I’d spent about 10 minutes on the couch feeling quite tranquil and decided to grab this pen and paper when the lights came back on. I shut them off.
