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Had to leave work early today, for some reason my body decided to develop a funky fever. Slept fitfully most of the day, and am now worrying that I will be unable to sleep tonight. Bah, I hate my body sometimes.
I am working out the rough spots from the inside out. Need to get back to more meditation, it's fallen by the wayside lately and is probably the root cause of the malaise that I have found myself in.
I need to write more, I'm finding the desire to write becoming more and more compelling of late, and I feel that I shall be updating more regularly in the near future. That means more "rants" I suppose, or at least, things that most people would consider ranting, but I just consider meaningful thought.
Read part of the latest issue of the National Geographic tonight. They are celebrating the 50th anniversary of Sir Edmund Hillary's ascent of Mount Everest. As a child I was always fascinated by the mountain, and at one time, even aspired to climb it. I doubt seriously if I could now get my body back into the shape necessary to do so, however, I think I am going to try to at least get into shape so that I can travel to Nepal or Tibet some time before my soul takes a new incarnation.
Parts of the article really struck home with me, for reasons I can't really explain. However, some of it resonated deeply within, and made me realize that I should have to make no apologies about some of the lifestyle choices I have made, and also made me seriously rethink other choices that I may make in the future. I am a minimalist by nature, and have lost sight of some of that. I've pared down a lot in the last year. I want to pare down even more. We'll see where that goes.
I feel myself fading out of my "social" period. I'll be going into my own special brand of hibernation now for another year or so I suspect. It may be longer, it may be shorter, who knows? Honestly, I am content in my solitude, for it isolates me from temptations best left untested, and from those who seek to dampen my spirit with their harsh brands of reality. I've had enough reality, enough war, enough famine, enough violence, enough heartbreak. I shall revel in the beating of my beloved's heart and the sight of the sun as it rises over the Atlanta skyline.
Ciao for now.
I am working out the rough spots from the inside out. Need to get back to more meditation, it's fallen by the wayside lately and is probably the root cause of the malaise that I have found myself in.
I need to write more, I'm finding the desire to write becoming more and more compelling of late, and I feel that I shall be updating more regularly in the near future. That means more "rants" I suppose, or at least, things that most people would consider ranting, but I just consider meaningful thought.
Read part of the latest issue of the National Geographic tonight. They are celebrating the 50th anniversary of Sir Edmund Hillary's ascent of Mount Everest. As a child I was always fascinated by the mountain, and at one time, even aspired to climb it. I doubt seriously if I could now get my body back into the shape necessary to do so, however, I think I am going to try to at least get into shape so that I can travel to Nepal or Tibet some time before my soul takes a new incarnation.
Parts of the article really struck home with me, for reasons I can't really explain. However, some of it resonated deeply within, and made me realize that I should have to make no apologies about some of the lifestyle choices I have made, and also made me seriously rethink other choices that I may make in the future. I am a minimalist by nature, and have lost sight of some of that. I've pared down a lot in the last year. I want to pare down even more. We'll see where that goes.
I feel myself fading out of my "social" period. I'll be going into my own special brand of hibernation now for another year or so I suspect. It may be longer, it may be shorter, who knows? Honestly, I am content in my solitude, for it isolates me from temptations best left untested, and from those who seek to dampen my spirit with their harsh brands of reality. I've had enough reality, enough war, enough famine, enough violence, enough heartbreak. I shall revel in the beating of my beloved's heart and the sight of the sun as it rises over the Atlanta skyline.
Ciao for now.
