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#30DaysOfContent Day 2

#30DaysOfContent
Day 2
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.
Resonation.
The world is still spinning in my mind.  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.  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.  And the resonance, these points in time and art that seem to matter.  That seem to crystallize for me.  The are the spinning orb reaching out to the shell to form attachments.  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.  The third leaves it as merely a flat spin.  There – that is a problem I can control.  That is something that I can own and act on.
And it helps.
But is it real?  Is it a coping mechanism?  Is it something that I am using to rein myself in with and merely a tool.
Or is it really a resonsance 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.  But in some way, I will find clarity and forcefulness in my actions and I will go through as I hope to be.  And if it be a connetion 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.
-g

#30DaysOfContent

Day 2

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.

Resonation.

The world is still spinning in my mind.  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.  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.  And the resonance, these points in time and art that seem to matter.  That seem to crystallize for me.  The are the spinning orb reaching out to the shell to form attachments.  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.  The third leaves it as merely a flat spin.  There – that is a problem I can control.  That is something that I can own and act on.

And it helps.

But is it real?  Is it a coping mechanism?  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.  But in some way, I will find clarity and forcefulness in my actions and I will go through as I hope to be.  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.

-g