The Season of What Retreat?
2009 July 15
My brain retreats, too, in summer. In heat. I’m still writing but at daft hours only. Too much glint and glare; where’s my home in the mountains? In the snow? As retreat at least. Yes, booked that for December. Fleeting days but makes fervour and fervour’s root is fire.
This just in: Living May Lead to Heightened Risk of Death. Beware the fatal life. And kick your heels up because that’s the only way. Meanwhile, don’t invite plastic to your lunch. We’re hearkening back to the old, aren’t we? But not full circle. Maybe open loops or the shape of a smile, tilted. Tip your hat to the past but don’t tip your spirit. Give all of that to what is.
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image by encefalocardia at deviantART.
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On the subject of retreat: http://www.nytimes.com/2009/07/16/garden/16location.html
Be sure to check out the related slide show. Snow, no. Mountains, yes. And an interesting environmental vision/actualization…
far far away — looks like a bit of heaven to me! :) thanks for sharing.
My brain definitely flies off somewhere when the heat arrives. Sometimes Summer brings a ton of inspiration with it, but usually the brain is on holiday so the inspiring energies get lost.
I check my brain at the door in the summer too. I enjoy the freeness of it all.
Is that you doing yoga in the field? I got freaked out by plastic when I read this article: but then again everything around us seems vexed with problems. If you choose something else you risk preservatives, xenoestrogens, processing costs, carbon taxes etc. You risk all the things we’ve invented to try to keep ourselves safe that kill you. But the best we can do is live free, eat fresh, try not to stress too much (heightened cortisol levels overs long periods of time can lead to tissue damage) and try to laugh a lot.
So right. Not quite a circle. More of a spiral. We’ll get there.
Happy summer days, Vesper! I like what you wrote, like the accompanying photo, too. Summer in NY has been wet and cool, but now the heat should be kicking up, the brain simmering … or melting …
you skip well.
Ah, you come up with so many good lines. Tip your hat, but don’t tip your spirit.