The inevitable break-up with social media, the classic phrase fits "it's not you, it's me".
Weary of talking about my "feelings", I just quit. Stare at plants with a wordless mind, admire the beauty of all the details of a quietly growing life. Life is good.
Carbon debt paid for all of us by Plant Blindness, plant blindness, how something breathing for you gets called a weed.
P.s. Monday October 2nd, 2023 -- I've started drafting the next project. I may do NaNoWriMo again just to "pick-up-the-pace" force me to "word-vomit" a lot of thoughts out all at once.
P.s. #2 -- meanwhile it's October and I remembered I forgot #inktober, again. So? I'll do a bit of that.
P.s. #3 -- A few weeks, what felt like days, October 4th, today is the 16th. I remembered that I forgot #inktober again, and thought. I can do that. That’s how I’ll “deal” with social media. But, after one day, it’s clear to me that is not what I want to do. Someone in the room said. Busy people don’t have the “bandwidth” to post, and reply to thousands of people. Unless that is your career or entertainment time, then don’t. And, they were correct. If you want to focus, sharpen a grove in mind to work like a good tool, it’s enough of a challenge just to process the day to day people around the actual space one is living in.
A painter I admire, in Portland OR, Lucinda Parker https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lucinda_Parker
I have a memory from the 90s, when I was trying to accept a life as an artist, I hear her saying, you have to be “selfish” to make it as an artist, ignore other people to get work done.
We are all living in an endless river of questions, a mind is a filter, grey water and laundry, catch the “lint” of noise. Let the dust bunnies grow into dust bears, just know where their claws are.
Everyone has their own opinion. It’s endless. Level three riff raff, … until it isn’t.
What are you going to be?
Now, distill that thought down into a haiku?
#haiku title: ponder alone
being together
endless river of questions
clouds carry answer
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| Photo from 2017, before Oregon burnt all the way to the coast in 2020. |
