"The nights, they are tough" says my Grandma to I. As we sit watching the horizon fade from a 10th floor appartment in Scarborough.
Specially, when the sun is setting below the horizon...
When I was a wandering urban monk-type, I would sit with others of my kind on the docks in Victoria and watch the sun set into the pacific; the wind picking up briefly, the sky losing its colour and the weather systems that rushed on by... And would study what was happening inside myself
In all this, there would come a time when I would just become so agitated that I could sit still no more.... Then would surface the almost primal fear that lies within, and I would rush off to chapters to hide behind a book until it was time to go to sleep in my secret hideout.... Took a long time to get over that.
Well now as a city dweller, I notice a bit of the same.. My Grandma and half the world rush off to social prayer at this time, some hit the gym and other find themselves in the embraces of a loved one.. etc etc..None of these seem the really work for me that well...
I feel a lack of the mystical sense that so surrounded me in those days of past.... And I feel myself losing ground on the daily. Its kinda sad, I guess..but not a unique experience. And latelyI have met more than one person who talks of a similar occurence...
I would love to hear your stories or what you think of this??
Specially, when the sun is setting below the horizon...
When I was a wandering urban monk-type, I would sit with others of my kind on the docks in Victoria and watch the sun set into the pacific; the wind picking up briefly, the sky losing its colour and the weather systems that rushed on by... And would study what was happening inside myself
In all this, there would come a time when I would just become so agitated that I could sit still no more.... Then would surface the almost primal fear that lies within, and I would rush off to chapters to hide behind a book until it was time to go to sleep in my secret hideout.... Took a long time to get over that.
Well now as a city dweller, I notice a bit of the same.. My Grandma and half the world rush off to social prayer at this time, some hit the gym and other find themselves in the embraces of a loved one.. etc etc..None of these seem the really work for me that well...
I feel a lack of the mystical sense that so surrounded me in those days of past.... And I feel myself losing ground on the daily. Its kinda sad, I guess..but not a unique experience. And latelyI have met more than one person who talks of a similar occurence...
I would love to hear your stories or what you think of this??
- 1. Being really 'connected' at one point of your life vs where you are now.
- 2. How you deal or even consider the time between day and night and how it effects you.
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