I fell asleep at 9pm last night and didn’t wake until 10am.
The sun was filtering in my bedroom and Coco dog was waiting patiently on the bed for me to wake.
I’m back in bed wandering through blogs and sites and seeing what friends & family are up to on Facebook.
As with all serendipity wanderings … there are always gems along the way.
My friend Amy [I met her at the Sakai conference in Paris last year and she is one of my SKIL2 mentors … and a very very cool woman] writes now and again on her blog.
Her post today was lovely as she describes that feeling you get when you move to a new place.
I do not wake in panic and disarray, as I have in the past when i wake up in a new place. I do not generally feel anxious or as if I Have To Do Something, even though circumstances dictate that it might be motivational to feel such things. I do not feel inspired to write letters, join organizations, or make birthday cards. I feel as though leaving Indiana was like stepping off a cliff, anchored by a bungee cord, and I’ve been slowly, slowly falling ever since. The bungee cord is still unfurling and seems to have some length to it; I expect that when it is played out, I will come back up.
Reading her words evoked the feeling … of not rushing or doing or listing or organising.
As I absorbed and tasted the words [don’t you taste words and sentences and mull/chew them over?] I looked at the light coming through the window and a tiny rainbow on Coco … and … drifted in that lovely space.
No lists or stress or gerbils whirring in my brain with a million thoughts and ideas.
I left a comment on Amy’s blog
sounds wonderful … a kind of lazy freefall … like the space between images … a noh time … yum
Noh time just came to me … and I’m not sure what it means.
Noh theatre is a traditional form of Japanese theatre that can seem very unknown to westerners.
Maybe noh time means [to me] a kind of unknown time … a space without intentional meaning … a space that just is.
And the space between images is that space we rarely see or explore because we’re looking at the object … and not the spaces surrounding it.
A dream of a day would be almost total noh time … not even buddhist mindful … just as it is.
And you look at the spaces surrounding things.