I feel such a strong resistance to writing these days. It is incredible. I feel incredibly activated, alive and present and writing just doesn't flow from this space. Perhaps being so engaged with my physical awareness and gaining so many insights through direct experience make me demotivated to write. Not sure, I do have a lot of thoughts flowing around, they clearly carry signals in them. The clarity of my thinking increased since I started dancing, resting in the flow of movement does magic. I also feel a slight resistance to sense make and dig into the word with words. Recently I feel a stronger pull to nebulous forms of expression. Movement is obviously coming out of me almost nonstop, I can't stop dancing basically and my tactile perception is in its full glory. Writing brings me to a particular state I feel, which is more patterned than nebulous. For me text is not that much a form of free expression or poetry, I use it to wrestle with thoughts and weave carpets of insights, organising my findings into closed pockets of meaning and clarity. I miss the nebulosity of expression I think, some free-flowing meaningless pure expression of a desire to share what I see or feel. I feel a desire to tickle with unclarity and more lose interpretation.
Shapeshifting circle.
Shapeshifting circle.
Shapeshifting circle.
I feel such a strong resistance to writing these days. It is incredible. I feel incredibly activated, alive and present and writing just doesn't flow from this space. Perhaps being so engaged with my physical awareness and gaining so many insights through direct experience make me demotivated to write. Not sure, I do have a lot of thoughts flowing around, they clearly carry signals in them. The clarity of my thinking increased since I started dancing, resting in the flow of movement does magic. I also feel a slight resistance to sense make and dig into the word with words. Recently I feel a stronger pull to nebulous forms of expression. Movement is obviously coming out of me almost nonstop, I can't stop dancing basically and my tactile perception is in its full glory. Writing brings me to a particular state I feel, which is more patterned than nebulous. For me text is not that much a form of free expression or poetry, I use it to wrestle with thoughts and weave carpets of insights, organising my findings into closed pockets of meaning and clarity. I miss the nebulosity of expression I think, some free-flowing meaningless pure expression of a desire to share what I see or feel. I feel a desire to tickle with unclarity and more lose interpretation.