All-organic weirdness

Author: A metaphysical entity (Page 32 of 40)

Weekly state: receiving.

The sunlight hits my eyes and I put on my glasses.

Roaming through the streets with the sun ahead of me and dark clouds in the back I cannot help but feel advantaged. Is it already the time of walking downhill with the wind lifting your every step? Am I already picked up and safely carried to bed when I am too tired to go there myself? Am I watching a fascinating documentary while someone prepares dinner? I feel reluctant to say so but I just might.

Now, you can interpret this weekly review as you wish. Let incoming spring be the reason, or just a gut feeling. But it is with great pleasure to inform you that I am on the receiving end.

Sunday has already passed on and as a keen reader, you might see some dynamics establishing here. There tends to be a spicyness in the written text when the environment is more adverse. It makes sense, spicyness, in the end, is just a mild form of suffering. But it is suffering that results in an increased intensity of the experience. So, as I am currently on the Lassi scale of spicyness and you might be not, why don´t we reach an agreement on this? Maybe I have found you in a spicy environment, maybe you are advantaged as well and the sun is also caressing your face. But let me emphasise that each individual site has its advantages. Right now, I am lazy. My momentum is slowed by increase in comfort. Senses are a bit dull.

So when my life is becoming more spicy, let´s just focus on the output it has. Meaning, I will write to you more often.

It is a Lassi week. Sorry for being late.

Weekly state: leading?

For a while now I have shaken and stirred, thrown around and burnt the wok. Some patina is building up and I feel the wooden handle becoming part of my body.

As I float here, thinking of the dish I deliver to you this week, oh almighty void, I am hesitant to pick up the sauces I usually use. Do not worry, I will elaborate.

I have recently taken up a new endeavour, one where partnership and communication happens far away from words and text. Outside of the comfort zone of this tiny island in the cyberspace. And within this new adventure, I have found a dangerous dichotomy: having to lead when there is no experience at all on how to lead. And then it dawned on me! This is where vulnerability shows strength and arrogance, as well as false confidence, are immediately uncovered, kicking you in the back.

So if we start thinking….

Let me back up, I thought about this already now. So, instead, YOU think about when you were faced with the responsibility of leading without understanding. Tip-toeing your way around. Think about a situation where you expected someone to lead, knowing that they might be lost.

What I have found, is that a nonchalant way of accepting and indulging in mistakes is the way forward. So when I see someone trying to cook a dish in a wok, with the flame bursting, hot oil sizzling and my endless library of sauces facing them, I will step back, put a hand on their shoulder, smile and let them lead. Will we get burnt? Maybe. Will it be too spicy? Let’s see! Will it taste mediocre at best? Probably.

So what I am trying to say is: when we are facing a dish that requires a lead, make mistakes. And if you are not leading, let mistakes happen. The best way is to smile about them. Maybe sprinkle a little sesame seed on top, you will be surprised how good this will look even when the overall dish hasn’t reached perfection.

And always remember: I’ll be here with my spices and a smile so we can save that dish together.

Weekly state: concave.

Eagerly I awaited the bouncer to let me enter into the madhouse of movements. It is said to be freeing. Why the most freeing time begins at 11 PM, I will never be able to tell.

In high expectation of what lies ahead I stretch my joints and muscles. Oh how I will let my brain reign over my movements. I wonder what will guide me. The bass? The brain? The muscles? The melody? All the others? I cannot wait.

Greeted by dim lights and a deep bass I enter. Deeper and deeper I wander into the caves. I feel a bit out of place. Many people around me seem to follow a specific code of dressing, specific movements and even hairstyle. I feel like I should have read a manual before entering here. Is there one?

As I come closer to the room from which the sound looms, I cannot help but notice that the movements of all participants are synced. Is that the melody evoking the dancing style? Or is that also in the manual I skipped out on?

I wonder, is this manual really necessary? Why is the style the same and the movement synchronised across humans? Has this particular style of dancing proven to be the most fun, the most popular or beautiful? Are my movements not allowed in here?

I feel concave, curved inwards. How can I express towards the outside when all I see is no fitting part?

But what do I see there? A bright halo in front of me! And with it, a convex body! Is this what it is about? Forming a unit? Can we change to be convex or concave? And who decided whichever we are?

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