inspiration
its been said that the only difference between a rut and the grave is the depth of the hole. i do, for the most part, enjoy my job…great people, lots of flexibility, access to travel deals. but in the book of calico there is a vast difference between the job one holds and the work that feeds the spirit. i’m finding that between the demands of my job, my home and my social obligations that there is a deficiency of time and energy. what hour of the day could be carved out and set aside for that activity that belongs to me alone? and when could this be done without the list of ‘got-to’s’ hanging over my head like a dark, oily cloud?
i want that child-like tenacity of pure play, of plunging so deeply into the game that any thoughts of right or wrong flee, any concern over censorship or ridicule is non-existent. it’s as simple i suppose as freedom and the space to flex it. each day i leave a crowded apartment building and climb into a car to join the flow of heavy traffic to arrive at an office where my beloved co-workers surround me all day long. at lunch i try to get over to the river or the cemetery but it is, after all just an hour. perhaps there’s a tiny door at the back of my closet that i’ve never noticed and perhaps this door leads to a land where you never have to explain yourself and people have enough self-fulfillment that they don’t have to glom off your gig.
the time has come for me to get my hands dirty and my mind clean - to work with some soil just to feel the minerals that prompt things to grow - to paint my naked body and roll upon the canvas - to crush the berries and extract the thick, sweet juice - to walk so deeply into the woods that i can sing at the top of my lungs with only the birds and squirrels to complain. the primitive me is right here beneath the layers of societal burden; she’s wide-eyed and bushy-tailed, ready to awaken each of her media-dulled senses. i want to touch, taste, see , smell and hear with a heightened sensitivity; i want to take on a task no matter how menial and have it feel just like a great fuck. what’s the point otherwise, to be counted among the legion of walking dead?
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