I’ve spent the last few days trying to writing something, anything, with little results. There is this unsteadying feeling in the air and in the world at large. I feel like a Jenga tower, with some of the pieces half way pushed out, and I’m trying to suck them back in.
I’ve been pondering cognitive distance and in which, if any ways, that it might relate to me. I am trying to understand things based on what I’ve experienced and trying to interpret conflicting information that is being thrown my way. It is exhaustive sorting it all out.
I tried to meditate myself out of my funk last night, and it was an intense experience of warm energy entwined with similar images repeating over and over again in my mind. First I was thinking about a wooden block with tar dripping off it, then a large log with the same thing happening and finally, I was imaging I was a tree with tar dripping off me and onto the ground and dissolving like acid and dispearing. Maybe it was mental attempt to remove the negative energy that keeps trying to attach itself to me. I’m still not sure.
I just hope I find a remedy to whatever it is that is troubling me and keeping me from writing serious content soon.
-Star
