I don't know about ya'll, but sometimes just looking at pictures of cozy spaces or beautiful things makes me smile and feel better. This Kat has been knocked off her porch railing a bit by Life, not that that is anything that any of you haven't experienced. (Yes, I used that 3 times...is there anything wrong with that?)
But sometimes.....Well, sometimes it's nice to wander away (or run screaming) for a little reprieve from it all.
I swear, ever since I delved deeper into the realm of stoicism, the stoic gods have deemed it necessary for me to be tested regarding my freshly minted new behavioral patterns. I swear the neuro-plastic pathways didn't even get a chance to set!
I've been thinking a lot about the concept of you are only harmed if you allow yourself to be harmed. Sure, bad things (and good) happen to us all, but in reality, it's all how you frame it inside the ol' brain band. Let me tell you though, you can get worn down by it all, which is why my little reprieve to a hidden location in the North Idaho woods over the last two days was an absolute restorative gift.
To be able to wander freely, without putting out fires all day long was sublime.
To be able to sit and read a book about the historical event intersection of Marconi and Dr. Crippen, while marveling at some of the societal parallels they faced a little over 100 years ago that seem startlingly close to what we are all experiencing now was magnificent (The book Thunderstruck by Erik Larson is awesome). I recommend reading it in a bathtub overlooking a rambling river.)
It was glorious.
The qualia of this existence is all around us and so often we get so caught up in the day to day minutia of things that we don't get to marvel at the amazingness of it all. I often wonder about what individual, unique experiences molded my perceptions to where I always know when a deer is around or why I am drawn to the glorious shades of the flora and fauna of this planet.
And yes I am waxing philosophical. I can't help it, I am just so serene right now. And maybe I inhaled some sort of positive vibes spores or something.
Or maybe the action of removing myself from the patterns I dwell in and plopping my worn out carcass into an introspective place of natural beauty did me some good.
