dragon sits at computer with very poor posture

i decided to stay in tonight in the hope that a rare night at home would inspire a creative spark or too. that was 3.5 hours ago, 3.4 of which were spent lurking on Facebook browsing other people’s FB presences. All my stamina would allow me to do was lurk. i’m still in shock to have learned of my friend Wendy’s death via Facebook earlier this week. i feel like i should post something to honor her in the ways that her many friends have done. I am truly moved to read their expressions of love, loss, gratitude, their stories, their images, their memories.  but i can’t come up with the right words. all i can do is “like” and lurk, and do what i can in organizing her memorial. otherwise, i can’t seem to merge grieving with social networking.

i also had planned to find a Quigong class in Chicago, or least begin looking for one. a close advisor suggested i practice a pose called “dragon stands between heaven and earth,” which I’ve now done for 4 nights in a row, each night increasing the time a bit longer. But it’s interesting and strange that the longer I hold the pose, the shorter the time feels. which is not a very good excuse for not even making an effort to find a class.

how can i be worthy of being a dragon if i sit around at my computer waiting all night for a dragon to find me?

About The Lost Pedestrian

In my wanderings throughout the moments/days/years, I try in earnest to find the mystical within the mundane and the mundane within the mystical, oftentimes confusing one from the other. I have wandered and roamed through many a city, many a town, in a state of wonder and bewilderment, without necessarily going anywhere. I am easily lost, but eventually found. (I am guessing you have just found me). My sincere hope is that you will find Something in this warehouse of thought, memory and false memory, words, numbers, tangents, murmurs, echoes (lots and lots of echoes), voices, dreams, and other paraphernalia.
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