its indescribable but in a way it feels good to be recovering from internal injuries again. more seriously, it feels good to have decided the right path for myself, and to have disciplined myself to get back into the same level of health and wellness I was at while studying fighting a few years ago. having spent a week meditating on the return to this lifestyle, and nursing a healing torso, i havent felt this calm or at peace with myself and the world around me since i can really remember. the deep knowing of myself that is not unlike the weeks after a heavy psychedelic experience is a returning reward, and everything that seemed to be blocking my progress in life seems to trivial, far, and nearly irrelevant now.
its unheavenly hot here. office buildings' air conditioners cant even keep up with it, and work has become the dulldrums, my boss is even tossing around youtube videos more than working when the conditions are like this. the whiskey comes out at 3pm, though I usually dont partake, its just a symbol of our city's inability to adapt to the humidity of peak summer. the other day i went outside to do my daily round of knuckle pushups on my favorite patch of gravel laden sidewalk, and i barely got through half my set before i noticed something felt very wrong inside. in the last 5 years ive conditioned my hands to a degree that the (delusional) security state we live in is an endless source of irony, and i diddnt even realize for at least an hour afterward that I literally cooked my skin on that sidewalk it was so hot. my knuckles are covered in blisters and havent felt like this in many years, perhaps I have found a downside to my desensitization. naturally some hipster artist nearby was photographing (re: instagraming) an egg frying on a sidewalk.
the heat is wonderful for detox though. I spent a week jogging a mile in a heavy wool uniform to condition my body a bit further, and the blanket of humidity just sucked all the deep nasties right out of the recesses of my body. my body felt 5 years younger after a few days. my winter rut and binging on bullshit late at night really did a toll on me at my age, but im blazing right on back to my former state. my mind focuses more towards the endless cultivation of chi. i aim to have these hands pulling some emperor fuckin palpatine shit when im 40 years old, my will alone able to emit electro magnetic energy enough to command my own armies of minions, or at least power my personal server farm.
i have to be thankful everyday for the lovers i have close to me this summer. theyve provided me with the primary food i needed to nourish my soul back to a much more logical and serene place, and i am able again to resume my stoical observation of this universe. the unity of our currents had led to a wave making vibe, and i think we all may be in it for the long haul. our tribe is such a warm sanctuary, that i wonder if my plans to leave this city within a decade will change. im burning to live in the 4 corners of the world and everywhere else, but my love for some people here may prevent me from straying too far. we looked over a map of brooklyn this evening, with the emergency evacuation zones during hurricaine sandy active, and thought to ourselves that it would resemble the landmass within a few decades. at least were at the highest ground! but not sure if we can tolerate our brooklyn shaped like a flaccid penis.
for the things we do to our earth, we may never be forgiven . each day is a new opportunity to symbolize on which side of the argument we stand.
life simply doesnt feel meaningful without the arduous search for a higher plane of awareness.
oss
its unheavenly hot here. office buildings' air conditioners cant even keep up with it, and work has become the dulldrums, my boss is even tossing around youtube videos more than working when the conditions are like this. the whiskey comes out at 3pm, though I usually dont partake, its just a symbol of our city's inability to adapt to the humidity of peak summer. the other day i went outside to do my daily round of knuckle pushups on my favorite patch of gravel laden sidewalk, and i barely got through half my set before i noticed something felt very wrong inside. in the last 5 years ive conditioned my hands to a degree that the (delusional) security state we live in is an endless source of irony, and i diddnt even realize for at least an hour afterward that I literally cooked my skin on that sidewalk it was so hot. my knuckles are covered in blisters and havent felt like this in many years, perhaps I have found a downside to my desensitization. naturally some hipster artist nearby was photographing (re: instagraming) an egg frying on a sidewalk.
the heat is wonderful for detox though. I spent a week jogging a mile in a heavy wool uniform to condition my body a bit further, and the blanket of humidity just sucked all the deep nasties right out of the recesses of my body. my body felt 5 years younger after a few days. my winter rut and binging on bullshit late at night really did a toll on me at my age, but im blazing right on back to my former state. my mind focuses more towards the endless cultivation of chi. i aim to have these hands pulling some emperor fuckin palpatine shit when im 40 years old, my will alone able to emit electro magnetic energy enough to command my own armies of minions, or at least power my personal server farm.
i have to be thankful everyday for the lovers i have close to me this summer. theyve provided me with the primary food i needed to nourish my soul back to a much more logical and serene place, and i am able again to resume my stoical observation of this universe. the unity of our currents had led to a wave making vibe, and i think we all may be in it for the long haul. our tribe is such a warm sanctuary, that i wonder if my plans to leave this city within a decade will change. im burning to live in the 4 corners of the world and everywhere else, but my love for some people here may prevent me from straying too far. we looked over a map of brooklyn this evening, with the emergency evacuation zones during hurricaine sandy active, and thought to ourselves that it would resemble the landmass within a few decades. at least were at the highest ground! but not sure if we can tolerate our brooklyn shaped like a flaccid penis.
for the things we do to our earth, we may never be forgiven . each day is a new opportunity to symbolize on which side of the argument we stand.
life simply doesnt feel meaningful without the arduous search for a higher plane of awareness.
oss
