when burnout threatens, go for a walk
i used to fight this but little else works
“but it’s raining and blowing!”
and people are dying preventable deaths all over the world. get a grip. comfort is the enemy whether as a driver of economic exploitation and war, or at the personal level as a destroyer of health and a thief of joy
hepaticas tossing in the wind catch my eye. i kneel down to watch them then snap a photo, feeling sure there’s a haiku in there somewhere
and there is
how am i supposed to sit on something so beautiful?
but there’s a break in the rain so i’d better take it
and just enough time to read one Zang Di poem before more raindrops come. sure wish i hadn’t forgotten my goddamn umbrella
the poem happens to include something about comfort:
According to psychology,
Zang Di, “Everything is Riddles Series”
every kind of comfort is a compromise:
otherwise everything you get is counterfeit.
hmmm
driving home from a dinner party i have a hard time staying on the road, not because i had too much to drink (one cocktail) but because the full moon is right there hanging over the ridge and i keep wanting to turn my head and look
it’s the best kind of discomfort
wanting to feel
the moon on my skin
blossoming pear
