Lately I’ve been thinking about how I was once a great deal more contemplative. Less extroverty, more introspective. Something shifted for me over the last five years. (For you Myers Briggs nerds, it was a gargantuan shift from INTP –> ENFP).
I love going at full-speed, and trying to capitalize on as much fun as humanly possible. But I am missing the fruit that comes with quiet. Once upon a time, I didn’t have to fight for that sort of time. I grabbed solitude time by the hand, daily; it was beautiful and it was a rhythm.
To be honest, it was also a bit more lonely, all that solitude time. I don’t necessarily miss it. Yet, I long for a return to truly seeing things again: noticing things, writing down words, quietly taking Holga photos, and the like.
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re·sus·ci·tate
riˈsəsəˌtāt/
verb
to bring back to consciousness
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Things I Am Grateful For; March 19, 2014
1. The house on St. Louis street, and all the friends / housemates contained by it.
2. Sonnets that I can only half-translate.
3. Tinder. (Don’t judge.)
4. The challenge of stepping into new creative roles at work, even if by tiptoe.
5. Our church community on the tattered edge of Hollywood: Basileia.
6. Baby Vera’s deep belly laughter / when she locks eyes with me and smiles.
7. SMS and silly emojis that make my family feel not so far away – though I’m on the left coast.
8. Fish tacos.
9. Sriracha.
10. Walks alone on Spring Street to The Last Bookstore.
[Holga image by bluegreen 405]