underXposed

Never realized how much work it is to move. For the next fourteen days I’ll be going through everything–boxes, closets, drawers, shelves, and piles of nondescript whatever–and tossing, recycling, boxing up, giving away, selling. Huge huge job. Now me, I like a big empty house and sleep on the floor on a natural mattress with candles on the floor and a cool breeze through the open window. Hardwood floors without carpet (yuck). Clean and clear in every room. I like that because it’s so not me. But this huge job of getting rid of nearly everything is a new start and it feels good.

I have too many lists. I forget where I put stuff. I forget to do things. My mind is in meltdown mode. But who needs a mind anyway any more? Seems like it’s what gets me into trouble in the first place. Time to slide into the intuitive mode. Listen to that little voice. Forget the clock, forget slaving for a corporation. Forget what I’ve been programmed to do. Forget all the non-essentials and distractions. Forget the global agenda and focus on what’s at hand.

This is my first post. I’d like to use this blog to explore my new surroundings, for quotes I like, recipes, discoveries, explorations, things that move around in my life. My mind is going. Like slowly moving somewhere else. It’s also going all the time while I think. Tick tick tick. Thinking is time and time is thinking. Both make me a slave. But until I can leap over it all, here I am. You know, wherever you go, there you are. No escape from the self. Yeah, so, this blog will also be sort of philosophical, sort of poetic, sort of experimental, a mish-mash of things stolen and offered. A fun thing for me to do as I go.

I don’t expect any comments, but that’s okay. One pair of eyes on this page, as well as people clicking through on their way to somewhere else, looking for more stimulation than they see here. That’s okay. I enjoy reading other people’s blogs as well as my own.