Actually, I had day two written and edited (twice) already today.
But I just moved that thought to the back burner, poured a pint of the summer bock (still a little low on carbonation) and started a new thought.
The world is still spinning in my mind. Â Uncertainty and doubt of what the future holds swirls around attempting to further confuse my thoughts and actions.
Presence is still important.
But in the past 30+ hours, art seems to resonate with me. Â Movies seem more than typically to apply to my situation.
Music, melody and lyrics seem as if to be written for me, about me, about now.
There is a resonance in so much of what I have seen these most recent of hours.
It brings forth a wellspring of emotion and thought…
And if feels like I can literally hear the gearbox in my mind downshifting from superego, to ego and all the way back into the id.
It is like my mind is spinning inside a shell uncontrollably. Â And the resonance, these points in time and art that seem to matter. Â That seem to crystallize for me. Â The are the spinning orb reaching out to the shell to form attachments. Â To stabilize the orbit and bring it all back into control.
A touch point here and a degree of freedom is removed.
Another removes some of the counter rotation. Â The third leaves it as merely a flat spin. Â There – that is a problem I can control. Â That is something that I can own and act on.
And it helps.
But is it real? Â Is it a coping mechanism? Â Is it something that I am using to rein myself in with and merely a tool.
Or is it really a resonance of my life with another’s art?
And does that really matter one way or another?
I have made mistakes, I know in these current events. Â But in some way, I will find clarity and forcefulness in my actions and I will go through as I hope to be. Â And if it be a connection to others works, perhaps inspired by their own turmoil, that helps me gain control of my spin – is that not what matters most?
This too shall pass.