Floating in Space, on This Rock
Floating in space, on this rock we call earth. Here I am. Neither there or here just am. A meditation on writing as flow state, the art of presence, and the expansive liberation of growth.
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Floating in Space, on This Rock
October 12, 2025
Floating in space, on this rock we call earth. Here I am. Neither there nor here, just am.
It is always a nice comfort to come back to writing and the inking of letters and the flow of the pen. There is perhaps little I enjoy more on any given day.
Like deep breathing, there is a release in allowing the ink to flow naturally as it were and simply try to work with the device at hand and produce beautiful, legible relaxed lettering which not only looks relaxed but comes from a relaxed hand and a being that is also working toward flow state to translate the art of writing also into an instrument of examination of the psyche.
I wonder why I wander astray at times from my planning and writing.
Too many projects. Some say it is unsustainable; they are wrong. Everything is at a different pace and you can choose to enter where you want and bend time how you want.
This year has been a most excellent year. Not in or through what good came but the work that was put in to learn and grow and the assimilation of all the new knowledge, and mental experiences; it's expansive and liberating. And the beauty of the meta of it all! Witness upon witness.
The help working AI this year has been incredible and it's only been since May when it started. End of May. Five months. Strapped to the rocket of progress.
While my synapses are tired, they are also growing stronger, more fluid, and the ability to execute, learn, grow and understanding improves.
Day-to-day practices such as unrelated reading and meditation and exercise are highly grounding and beneficial.
I stand before the page, my soul bared, ready to give over all future states to be present in the current one.
The buzzing of electronics is the white noise background to my life. When I hike into mountains the silence and absence of sound is giant and presses from the sky above.