Do you believe the truth always comes out? Has the truth ever set you free?
The trouble I see is that truth is true from multiple perspective. Facts are how events unfold or the literal interpretation of appearance. But truth – that is subjective. What is true is not something that is conveyed in many situations. Truth from a single perspective is mostly what shows up. So, no. I don’t believe the truth is always told and yet somehow my truth has freed me from past problems. Persuasion plays a huge role in what truth is told. Be persuasive is the lesson.
What makes you feel complacent?
Comfort is the assassin of attentiveness. There I am, going along
paying attention to how I dress and how l look but throw me into a steady and
predictable routine, happy and loved and protected, and – BOOM! I’m complacent.
A murder has occurred.
What is your favorite herb? What do you do with it? Can you use it
for more than just cooking?
Herbs are so varying. Even the same herb will look or smell or
behave slightly different depending on age, season, sun exposure, humidity on
the day it is harvested, and where or how it is stored. I love that about herbs
and although I don’t have a favorite, there are herbs I use more frequently
than others. Rosemary, for instance, is an herb I cook with frequently. I love
to put a little olive oil in a pan and gently fry rosemary to eat with pasta.
It’s delicious.
What do you consider to be boring?
Boredom… is it boring to sit in a quiet place while focusing on
relaxing my mind? Is it boring to have no where to go or nothing to do? I
listen to music I love but I love it because I have heard it before. Did I find
it in a moment of boredom or was it borne from curiosity? I know I am rarely
bored because I am constantly curious. Not always about information. I find I’m
mostly curious about sensations. It isn’t boredom for me but a feeling of
listlessness. Oh, I have thought of something that I find boring! It’s
reading technical information books.
Have you ever considered giving something up? What is it and why?
I have a recurring vision of myself taking a vow of silence. (Although,
full honesty here, I’d rather take a nap right now than write about my consideration
of silence.) The idea of being silent is a romantic notion to me. I often feel
the urge to follow through with a plan of silence when life piles up on me. A
life pile-up, for me, looks like a life-sized version of an abstract painting
with blotches of activity, scattered lines of complimentary colors, and the randomly
placed unlidded eyeball. It’s wild. Sometimes when I feel like I don’t have any
control over my life or a situation I’ll long for something that I can do for
myself to ease the strain of feeling powerless. Silence is a small but powerful
thing and so simple in its beauty. But so far, I haven’t done it. What I’ve
realized though is that I spend a lot of my waking day in silence, which I love
about my life now. I can go my entire day having only spoken to my family. What
a gift it is… but regarding the romantic view of silence. I think it’s because
I imagine that the simple cessation of noise from my mouth will work some sort
of voodoo magic on my woes. When has there ever been a simple solution to any
of my problems? Never. So, I’m aware that it wouldn’t be the incredible fix I
hope for. How will I know, though, unless I give it a chance?!
Quiet quiet quiet quiet
Break down the sounds
Blur out the crowds
Hear only peace
Speak only noise
Coiling oiling foiling LOLing
Shallow and empty