Reading Nest Writing, 5.27.26
I search and I read and I learn. Oh, but wait. Do I learn? If so, does it happen directly from the reading? You know: input –> output. That’s what I used to think, and why wouldn’t I? Raised in a patriarchal, mind-based, measure-and-judge-everything, school-centric world, the brainwashing takes hold before you even know who you are.
This may be at the heart of my problem with others. So few of them know what they don’t know, and I am just learning.
We all seem to want universal truths and guaranteed right answers. We’re so desperate for this sort of reassurance, in fact, that we might willingly trade our earthly life for it. We sometimes are even willing to trade the earthly lives of, or relationships with, those we claim to love.
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Everything is energy, and energy that stops moving solidifies. It stagnates, doesn’t it?
I sit in my Reading Nest each morning and others might see an old woman set in her ways, desperate for routine. I see me in a landing spot that provides just enough stability to launch me towards new ways of interacting with the world and new ways of expressing myself. I guess the image is far less solid than many would guess or even be comfortable with.