Where art thou poetry and hums?
Do I need to get out more?
“But it isn’t easy,” said Pooh. “Because poetry and hums aren’t things which you get, they’re things which get you. And all you can do is go where they can find you.”
I went to the grocery store yesterday and the only hum I found there was grumpy. A righteous person said loudly to her companion in the cart vestibule, “You know they’re going to make it law soon that people HAVE TO wear masks.”
Television blares.
Deejays prattle.
Inbox fills.
Watch this.
Listen to that.
Be better, faster, more.
I’m right.
You’re wrong.
Buy this.
Support that.
To be authentic is to align our inner experience with what we show to the world. If what we are thinking or feeling does *not* match what we’re saying or doing, then we’re being inauthentic. ~Hazel Gale
Am I adding to the noise of a world that could use more quiet?
How do we know what we think and feel
in a world that can’t stop talking?
You reminded me of Thoreau's book, Walden. I took a peek just now - in Googlelandia - for commentary on his endeavor that resulted in the book. On line says that one of his goals was to understand society via introspection. Seems contradictory at first glance. But in essence, The Buddha undertook a similar separation from "society" to come to his realizations that endure to this day. One interesting fact, to me, is that ice "harvested" during Thoreau's stay was shipped as far away as India. From his endeavor and the resulting book, some consider him a major force in establishing the conservation movement (of Nature). You may not have 2 years, 2 months, 2 days right now for your reflection and contemplation, but why not take a day or two? Thoreau took inspiration from a formerly enslaved woman who lived alone near Walden Pond, supporting herself by spinning flax into linen fibers. I wonder what she contemplated?