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Date: Oct. 08, 2019
Location: In the Reeds
Mood: A Cleansing Stillness
Music: Harold Budd & Brian Eno - The Pearl
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It's been hard to find the words to say lately. You don't realize
just how monotonous and ritualistic some weeks are until you're left with
nothing new to share.
But things are looking up. Looking fresh. The fall leaves are finally
beginning to change in a more dramatic and noticeable way. It's been raining
the past few days and everything still has this somber wet feeling, even now
after the clouds have all gone.
My grandmother is going home after quite the health scare earlier
last month. She's being released on Thursday. I wish I didn't have to work
while she makes her way back. I worry about how she'll be once she's home
again. When I visited her during her recovery she still seemed very weak. But
I know my grandfather will take very good care of her once she's safely back
in her house.
As much as I've been enjoying the simplicity and content-oriented
nature of gopherspace and the phlogosphere, my mind has been returning to my
time doing basic web development. My father has been making more artwork
recently, and instead of working in acrylics, oils, or even watercolors, he's
been working digitally on his phone. He's talked with me about creating a
website to host his work, perhaps even some kind of store for it. But I think
overall he wants the site to function as a piece of art in and of itself. And
the experimental, meta-creative side of me really loves that idea. I think
working on something like that with him would be really great, but I also
want to make sure I don't abandon my other creative projects, including this
site I've begun populating here in gopherspace.
There's a lot on my plate already, including the looming possibility
of an internship this coming summer in New York City. But for the time being
I feel my days will remain much the same this month. Progress moves slowly
this time of year.
And just as slowly I am learning to relish the stillness between
movements.
