I lived without television for a long time. Not wanting to pay for cable, I gave up on it a long time ago. If I need or want to watch something – it can be found online.
The media is a nauseating circus of fear mongering and or pointless bullshit. I’ve watched all the disheartening shows known to man. Every Law & Order, every true crime mystery… everything that makes my stomach ache and my nerves twitch: I’ve watched it. Honestly, I never thought I’d get sucked back into the tube…but I have and I’m done.
There is a mounting pile of books I’d like to read or at least finish reading. There are daydreams I have put on hold and there is critical thought that gathers dust in the corner. The prayers and meditations that have gone neglected are beginning to protest. All tug at me…reminding me of what is real. What actually matters and where my passions are left unfulfilled.
Flutes and drumming make me smile. The thought of my bare feet walking down a warm dirt path… leaves me starving for nature. Crickets, and the silence of a cool spring evening excite me. Looking into the fire as it flickers and dances, I get lost in the primordial-self. All of this transforms my being to a better place. A bigger place. A place of solace and peace. Never ending introspective pondering, which flows out of me and onto the canvas. Yes, that makes me smile. Even if I can only go there in my dreams for now, I still smile.