carpe zzzeum!
"You can sleep when you're dead!"
A friend jubilently said to me recently, and I must admit these words have passed my lips on occasion too. It's hard not to get caught up in the crazy activity of creation and making and production. But in truth, I actually cringe inwardly at this phrase. Actually I hate it. You'll miss huge chunks of your life if you don't enjoy sleeping.
I LOVE sleeping. I love that almost waking up state, unknowing what I need to do for the day yet, or being clearer headed than when I went to sleep, the opportunity to absorb or hit the reset button on my life by getting a good night's rest or taking a 15 minute nap.
I love that little inbetween state of grey-light where conciousness finally gives you a break and hides away, but you're still aware enough to enjoy a peacefulness of relaxation.
I still enjoy replaying dreams I've had over the course of my life, just like waking experiences, memories so detailed of activities that can only occur in fantasy. I've been lucky enough to enjoy a series of flying dreams that lasted two decades, that followed chronological order, from being taught how to fly, to developing different styles of flying, to teaching others. This experience definitely informs and feeds my waking life, my creations, my optimism.
To say "you can sleep when you're dead", is like saying "you can eat when you're dead". If your only understanding of eating is total subsistence, then you're missing so much more to living, and srsly missing out on some orgasmic experiences.
There's a whole list of hedonist joys that get too quickly shunted aside while "in production" or "working", as if one trumps the other. Nonsense I say! While it's still summer, and August, and sensory happiness is so easy to connect with and reinvigorate one's brain, go take a nap outdoors on the hammock.
Do your nails or warm your dyed-hair in the sun in your backyard or deck while eating in-season strawberries and reading, or looking at flowers, plants, insects, birds, the clouds and sky. Focusing those computer-zoned eyeballs at something in the distance, I can feel my eye muscles being used in forgotten ways, stretching and remembering.
Try to sleep naked on your cotton sheets during a too hot night with the soft breeze cooling your skin and the moonlight so bright in your room that you're filled with happiness.
Get salt air into your forebrain, the crisp ocean air that shoots right into your neurons when you breathe it in, and you suddenly remember how to connect to world outside your working habits.
Go barefoot everywhere that you possibly can, and wear the smallest sandals when you can't. Tickly grasses, hot sand, hard concrete, climbing boulders, dusty redwood paths, each reconnect my brain to my feet and open up my ideas about the world again.
These are a few of my favorite things, but I feel like I've forgotten so many ... got any hedonistic joys that get your juices going again?
A friend jubilently said to me recently, and I must admit these words have passed my lips on occasion too. It's hard not to get caught up in the crazy activity of creation and making and production. But in truth, I actually cringe inwardly at this phrase. Actually I hate it. You'll miss huge chunks of your life if you don't enjoy sleeping.
I LOVE sleeping. I love that almost waking up state, unknowing what I need to do for the day yet, or being clearer headed than when I went to sleep, the opportunity to absorb or hit the reset button on my life by getting a good night's rest or taking a 15 minute nap.
I love that little inbetween state of grey-light where conciousness finally gives you a break and hides away, but you're still aware enough to enjoy a peacefulness of relaxation.
I still enjoy replaying dreams I've had over the course of my life, just like waking experiences, memories so detailed of activities that can only occur in fantasy. I've been lucky enough to enjoy a series of flying dreams that lasted two decades, that followed chronological order, from being taught how to fly, to developing different styles of flying, to teaching others. This experience definitely informs and feeds my waking life, my creations, my optimism.
To say "you can sleep when you're dead", is like saying "you can eat when you're dead". If your only understanding of eating is total subsistence, then you're missing so much more to living, and srsly missing out on some orgasmic experiences.
There's a whole list of hedonist joys that get too quickly shunted aside while "in production" or "working", as if one trumps the other. Nonsense I say! While it's still summer, and August, and sensory happiness is so easy to connect with and reinvigorate one's brain, go take a nap outdoors on the hammock.
Do your nails or warm your dyed-hair in the sun in your backyard or deck while eating in-season strawberries and reading, or looking at flowers, plants, insects, birds, the clouds and sky. Focusing those computer-zoned eyeballs at something in the distance, I can feel my eye muscles being used in forgotten ways, stretching and remembering.
Try to sleep naked on your cotton sheets during a too hot night with the soft breeze cooling your skin and the moonlight so bright in your room that you're filled with happiness.
Get salt air into your forebrain, the crisp ocean air that shoots right into your neurons when you breathe it in, and you suddenly remember how to connect to world outside your working habits.
Go barefoot everywhere that you possibly can, and wear the smallest sandals when you can't. Tickly grasses, hot sand, hard concrete, climbing boulders, dusty redwood paths, each reconnect my brain to my feet and open up my ideas about the world again.
These are a few of my favorite things, but I feel like I've forgotten so many ... got any hedonistic joys that get your juices going again?