Movement

One of the ways anything works in the effort to accomplish new things is to just move around. Take something and move it, preferably something like forward, but pretty much any movement in any direction is productive. The illusion of movement is stirring stagnant old crap, and it's an easy mistake to make, a nasty habit to have. Pushing things out of place, picking up new things and fiddling with them seemingly without any aim is a good start. I know this, even though it often feels like inefficient use of life, particularly when I'm feeling the impatience to create new worlds with clarity.  

This evening, I was poking around at some things, tentatively and clumsily, but, hell, I learned a couple of things and I got a little creative gratification out of it. Baby steps, maybe, into that new professional direction I've been mulling over so much since this last spring. Part of this pushing movement into new areas is having the energy to wander around when there is neither the compulsive inspiration or the driven discipline to work on something specific. What with scads of other, rather involving things taking up a lot of my energies and hours over the summer -- some of it plenty stressful -- it's been hard to get my head into an open and floating space for this sort of poking around. Been trying to coax it, need it, seemed to get there a bit tonight. It can be a sort of meditative zone in which I've managed to dive in and away from everything else. I come up out of sessions like this thinking, "Uh, wait.. what day is this?..." A good sign, often.

Sound for picture? Looks like a long damn road from here but I kind of like it right now. The more I put it off, tho', the longer it gets. Mize well start walking now. It's movement.