saturday silent morning, turn to one side, the right hand side, edge of the bed, pull the knees up towards the chin. Now the lower legs from the feet up to the knees are over the bed's edge, and may be lowered to the floor as the body above the waist comes into a vertical position. Sitting at the edge of the bed, and the next move is to go to the orchid, tend to the personal requirements, ablution, removal of the nocturnal deposit on the teeth, dental maintenance work. The orchid on the window shelf above the old bathtub seems to be waiting for summer, the plant is a native of warmer countries.
Having dressed make coffee in the kitchen, that mornings addiction. The son is doing his homework sitting at the dining room table in the living room.
And the mind is working as from behind a veil, a veil that soaks up all communication with reality. Look at the coffee pot, identify it, realise that ground coffee is needed, and observe that the hands outside the veil are not capable of finding or operating the grinder. The overall requirements are understood, are visible, but the details necessary for a successful execution of the task at hand are not currently available. The mind observes the bodies fumbling early morning stupid incompetence. And is enraged by it, seeks blame elsewhere. No, this is wrong. It is the systems incapability to organise itself, just a mass of desires confronted with a nonfunctioning guidance system. Wish to grind coffee and cut a slice of bread. Look at the container, know that it needs filling with water, but do not know where the tap is. Once the tap is found, all runs automatically. Is this the first sign of body systems seriously deviating from their ideal understood functionality, or is it just not yet wakened parts of the mind being unavailable for reference as usual? It is no third parties fault.
The tinnitus hiss has moved to the centre of the head, the son is now watching cartoons on television. the coffee is made, the day is begun.
The son is off to Gospel choir, the wife has gone shopping and single snow flakes are falling outside, drifting towards the ground that will end their flight for now.
If these snowflakes do not melt they may be picked up by some breeze and blown into a drift. Otherwise, they will just rest there, to ultimately melt and go the way of all surface water.
Having dressed make coffee in the kitchen, that mornings addiction. The son is doing his homework sitting at the dining room table in the living room.
And the mind is working as from behind a veil, a veil that soaks up all communication with reality. Look at the coffee pot, identify it, realise that ground coffee is needed, and observe that the hands outside the veil are not capable of finding or operating the grinder. The overall requirements are understood, are visible, but the details necessary for a successful execution of the task at hand are not currently available. The mind observes the bodies fumbling early morning stupid incompetence. And is enraged by it, seeks blame elsewhere. No, this is wrong. It is the systems incapability to organise itself, just a mass of desires confronted with a nonfunctioning guidance system. Wish to grind coffee and cut a slice of bread. Look at the container, know that it needs filling with water, but do not know where the tap is. Once the tap is found, all runs automatically. Is this the first sign of body systems seriously deviating from their ideal understood functionality, or is it just not yet wakened parts of the mind being unavailable for reference as usual? It is no third parties fault.
The tinnitus hiss has moved to the centre of the head, the son is now watching cartoons on television. the coffee is made, the day is begun.
The son is off to Gospel choir, the wife has gone shopping and single snow flakes are falling outside, drifting towards the ground that will end their flight for now.
If these snowflakes do not melt they may be picked up by some breeze and blown into a drift. Otherwise, they will just rest there, to ultimately melt and go the way of all surface water.
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