I have thought little lately. Little, at least, about my usual introspective topics. My head has been in a daze since returning from Europe. Call it fatigue, coincidence, or a needed break. There was one night to note among the last 15 to 20. Struggling to sleep, I rose to work on my pet project, but beyond that I haven't held a thought in weeks. I have held opinions, and formed ideas (of course), and naturally I think while I trouble shoot problems on my job, but all of this is really superficial thinking. It is more of a reaction - reactions that I was trained to have. Reactions that are predictable. Reactions that are as shallow as my brain has been since the end of August. The raging fire has dulled to warm embers.
I want to be definitive about this: I am not morning this change. I feel that it, like many natural systems on this earth, is only a temporary shift. The gathering of potential energy, a cumulative gathering of merit, an undercurrent of thought, emotion, of
being seeking a larger shift, seeking to define itself where no definition existed before. The gathering a necessity to over come the static friction of my usual surroundings, thoughts, feelings. I stand in awe of myself... in awe of my lack of interest as of late. Realizing that the lull is going smash itself suddenly, leading to a hurried frenzy of sudden motion, of sudden activity, of sudden and pure passion. A storm swell. I stand in awe and anticipation for that moment.
