Social Media Brake-Break

I think one thing we can all agree on, is that a social media break now and then is essential to maintaining some sense of equilibrium.  Whether one actually takes the break, to put on the brakes…easier said than done.  When you’re an artist/creative/business person, it’s hard to make that leap and commit to a break.  When there’s so much happening in the world, it can seem like ‘hiding’ from what’s happening.  But for self-care, we have to set aside what popular belief says, and rest the eyes.
Well, the time has come for me to commit.  I’ve just made 40, politics and news keep intensifying and the divides seem to keep widening.  And while I’ll do my best to maintain aware and connected to ‘what’s happening’, a solid break from FB/IG are necessary for me to prevent burnout.  This will give my husband and I time to focus on our recording, writing and learning processes.
I’m looking forward to 4-6 weeks with a little less distraction.  Here’s a poem about it.

7/30/20
Get thee to the trees
In the forest or to the sea
Or to a lake, take a break
Before you break or fail to make
The most of life, drop the dull knife
Cut through the strife before it siphons
Off every joy and smile
Go at least 100 miles
In the direction of peace, find a release
Find a place to heal
Where the truth can be revealed

There’s a lot I’ve left undone
I’ve been distracted and on the run
It’s not the setting of my sun
But the need to have some fun
The need to create
To leave behind the hate
And find love is our natural state

I’m tired of waiting and hesitating
Censoring myself in the interest of placating
I have no interest in debating
Whether my truth meets your rating
Whether my words are satiating
Whether the light is simply fading
Or if it’s life that we’re all evading

 

Doubt Storms the Mind

This doubt storm blows in from time to time; it stalls the mind and undermines my inner shrine.  I shudder to think of what I’d become if I didn’t have yoga+meditation+music+creative outlets+nature to stabilize me when these elements pass through me.  Each storm is a learning experience and a way to reset the internal compass.  As I often like to say, if you don’t excavate, how will you elevate?

7/27/19

Who does this doubt belong to?
Where does it originate from?
What is this story tied to?
Do I know where I belong?

The doubt wears the crown
More often than I wear my own noun
When I think I’m on the turn around
Well here comes the run around
And I’m scrambling on the ground

All the things I think I see
False perceptions of reality
Is everything I feel
Coming from some reel to reel
Like a film that isn’t even real?

Did I make a raw deal?
Did I forget every skill?
Whose download is this anyway?
Have I been riding the wrong freeway?

What frequency am I tuned into?
What telescope am I looking through?
Who can I turn to
When I can’t breathe and I’m turning blue?

This walking disaster
Could it move any faster?
Am I stuck in plaster?
Never to be a master?

When I leave this room
It turns into a temple of doom
I could use a mental broom

If I could find a way to bloom
And blossom out of this impossible gloom
Break the glamour of this tomb

Light a thousand matches
Rise up from the ashes
Blink, blink my eyelashes
Recover from these mind rashes

Walk away from those attachments
That only left me in fragments

If I could embrace some movements
To find some soul improvements
To find some life amusements
To love this life and use it.