Month: June 2021

This morning the yellow elements of my brains started being operative. They run along on their own. However, Years ago, I had a way of controlling what they do. This quality is the only thing I have defining what these yellow elements do for me. I salute their endeavour.

Maybe it is a preparation of me and my participation in that writing course later next month. My interpretation is that, during that course, I will grow in terms of making use of various inside voices when writing. So far, I have done my writing as images and descriptions of what I see as reality. Impulses from my unconscious tell me it is about time to shift from this perspective. What does support me in making my writing less strict and less based on facts? I will focus on those things.

Another of my voices is green. Frequently, this voice announces its presence and urge for space. But my decision is: ”in due time, you will get it, but not at this moment.”

So back to the yellow one. Partly it would be better if you had a clever and responsible element in your life. We, the yellow voices, do our best to act and satisfy your needs. We offer descriptions of the scene at hand and generate views from up above. We are creating the benefits of having an adult character in a standby position. We see your deep need of getting hold of things and to act on them. We adopt a self-assured attitude in the hope of you finding it of value to follow what we say. Others may tell you differently. But you have no one to listen to but us.

That was about the legacy of our presence. Now, what do we say? What do we consider as the thing for you to do today? Allow yourself some minutes to prepare for the coming week? But do not allow more than sixty minutes for such a task. Move your body and still your mind for another two hours. Focus on the needs of your kin. That is to clean your stuff from lying around everywhere.

When it comes to writing, the morning hours of this day are chilly. The weather forecast tells me the sun will break through some hours after midday. But this is but a description of the scene. What is me in this scene? Do I pick some attitude from Alain de Botton when he reads and interprets Marcel Proust? I do.

Or do I take some other book? I get a hunch that reading any book will result in a severe challenge to the way I remain in control. Reading a few Alain de Botton pages did make me less knowledgeable of what to do next. His words served me a severe challenge as to the raw, primitive scope of me following the old trail.

What does come to my mind? My story is that in a moment like this one, I raise a series of tough questions. I need time to get hold of answers if ever they exist. The result is no time to spare. I fill my life to the brim with less important stuff. No more room available for living. I doubt this strategy of mine.

The director of the ongoing movie: ”My life” shouts ”Action” on top of his lungs. Thus my story is to leave the preamble stage for living, being a decent guy and a writer. I start that big writing project at this very moment. My brain shouts: ”in medias res,” and here we go.

I am sitting down and consuming my first summer ice cream of the year. At the moment, I live on a small island ten kilometres away from the mainland. In front of me is the local harbour. A local freight ferry from the mainland did arrive a minute ago. Tourist arrive later by another vessel. Numerous guys search for their stuff and leave. Three young chefs from a nearby restaurant pick their stuff. At this distance, I participate in the turmoil of an ordinary day in the countryside without moving at all.

A slightly chilly air does clean my interior, from top to bottom. There is nothing I need to do. I sit, exist and feel joy.