Monday, March 23, 2009

I Am Moved

Welcome, beautiful traveler. I greet you with a kinetic enthusiasm -- a vibrance that is born in momentum.


While out walking tonight, I found myself thinking how important it is to be in motion. 


(In the interest of full disclosure, I had this epiphany while listening to “Girls on Film” by Duran Duran, which may undercut both my philosophical credibility and your faith in me as an aficionado of rock and roll. But if it’s any help, my iPod followed that with “Crush ’Em” by Megadeath.)


Few things deaden the soul so thoroughly as the sense of being inert. Stable becomes static becomes stagnant, and when we feel that we are stuck, everything else begins to turn grey -- regardless of the circumstances in which we have become entrenched. Stillness closes in on us like a trap.


Yet even as we decry our immobility, the urge to move, to work our muscles and propel ourselves, somehow eludes us once we reach that state of entrenchment. We feel that we have been deserted by our winds, abandoned by the stars that might have shown us our way across the sea. The world becomes an endless, flat sargasso, dull and hopeless, where we wait and wait for a new breeze, slowly consuming our stores of water and sustenance until we risk desperation so great that we might drink of the brine and descend into madness.


We forget, somehow, that a brisk walk creates its own wind. That our thoughts can, if so directed, travel in paths that are not circles, to reach destinations that are not bleak.


Remember this: it is better to wander -- utterly lost but determined that you should find something -- than to sit and bemoan your paralysis.


Thank you, goddess of love, for a sense of progress, and for a mystery that I can progress toward.


Lovingly yours,


A devotee

6 comments:

Strumpet said...

I like this.

I need a post like this to kick me in the butt.

Devotee said...

I reread the post just now to freshen my memory of it, and it kind of depressed me because I haven't done a very good job following my own advice since I wrote it.

But then your comment made me think, "Well, whether it's getting kicked or not, sometimes we all need something to something us in the butt."

You know ... in a good way.

; )

Strumpet said...

Yeah, I prefer spanked over kicked.

It's so much more fun.

I don't think kicking would work on me.

I need a more playful approach to discipline.

^_~

Devotee said...

How about some kung fu discipline? Like, a Stinging Green Palm Wasabi Spanking.

Strumpet said...

Right up my alley.

I'm always up for new things.

ESPECIALLY if they involve wasabi.

Devotee said...

"Right up my alley."Ah, that one never gets old!