||[Oct. 17th, 2005|11:22 am]
that again?Yesterday was one of those days when all the things there are to worry about ganged up on me and made me feel physically sick, so I went out and took a walk in the park with my camera. It was a beautiful, slightly hazy afternoon (photos to follow.) About halfway round I was struck with the feeling that this self I happen to be at the moment isn't the real me at all. The real me is someone entirely other. Untouchable. Outside of time. Amused. For a little while I was so closely identified with this larger self that I was looking down at the everyday me as if it were a rumpled suit of clothes and thinking, do I really have to slip back into |
Such a rare and fleeting feeling, but so wonderful when it visits. :)
oh, I so understand what you are saying. I wondered if anyone else ever got that feeling...I slip in and out of it a lot.
I think lots of people do. I guess the rationalists would explain it away, but I reckon it's a glimpse of Reality.
This is the best description of this I have ever read.
During the 4 years that I was un(der)employed, I was depressed a lot, and part of that was that I was never able to slip out of the rumpled suit of clothes.
It's been a goodish while since I last made the slip. I needed it.
One of the benefits, for me, of going to Quaker meeting is that it helps me make the slip, or, at least I can watch other people doing it, so I know it's possible.
The Quakers are the experts.
I have Quaker ancestry- maybe I've told you that before- and if I ever started going to "church" again it would be to the Quaker meeting house.
yah i love that. had it when i was out WEST of the states at 19 for the 2 week van tour. looked on it as- perpetually amused. that was my state. just- looking at myself, all these other folk, and thinking- yah we`re all just some rumpled clothes, just laundry rolling around together, ain`t it cool?
and yah when u see that, it totally just lets you control whatever you want to control. you can be not the clothes but the dude doing the clothes washing.
or something somethin...
"just laundry rolling around together"- that's it. Exactly.
And while you're in that state you know that nothing that happens to the laundry matters all that much. It's just a game.
As Shakespeare says,
"All the world's a stage.
And all the men and women merely players...."
rock on pops...
was thinking about your games workshop painting today, cos a buddy is gonna do it- and yah. seems fun ;)
guess ur adventures of the little woman is kinda like that... even the bunnies adventures too...
make some more dioramas huh huh huh?
Well, the little woman is one of my games workshop type figures. I think she belongs to some sort of H.P Lovecraftian game where adventurers go in search of nameless abominations from the dark side.
It's a fun hobby. My problem is I've now run out of display space.