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Aware of the games the mind plays coming out of quarantine. The “Yes, I feel a lot better. The sun is out. I should go for a walk.” And then “Yes, but it’s not absolutely necessary that I do that. Staying inside, given that I am still testing positive, would be a service to others.” And reflecting that this last is also in support of a life-long agoraphobic tendency. And the acknowledgment that one has been honest in admitting that to oneself. And the rehearsal of sharing—if ever speaking to another—that insight as well. And the release, like an unclenched fist, of the whole **** affair. Stepping back, like a spectator at a chess match or a game of blackjack, letting the sides focus on each other while knowing the decision will be made either way by the end of the day. And allowing all of it. Resting with presence rather than being reborn in each decision to do or not do, to move or not move, this thing chosen or not… or that thing. All of it establishing a land claim on shifting sand or a particularly pleasing cloud formation.
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Jan 16, 2022
Jan 16, 2022 at 10:29 PM UTC
Coming Out of Quarantine
Aware of the games the mind plays coming out of quarantine. The “Yes, I feel a lot better. The sun is out. I should go for a walk.” And then “Yes, but it’s not absolutely necessary that I do that. Staying inside, given that I am still testing positive, would be a service to others.” And reflecting that this last is also in support of a life-long agoraphobic tendency. And the acknowledgment that one has been honest in admitting that to oneself. And the rehearsal of sharing—if ever speaking to another—that insight as well. And the release, like an unclenched fist, of the whole **** affair. Stepping back, like a spectator at a chess match or a game of blackjack, letting the sides focus on each other while knowing the decision will be made either way by the end of the day. And allowing all of it. Resting with presence rather than being reborn in each decision to do or not do, to move or not move, this thing chosen or not… or that thing. All of it establishing a land claim on shifting sand or a particularly pleasing cloud formation.
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Jan 16, 2022
Jan 16, 2022 at 10:29 PM UTC
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