Kettle and Rain
Simple noises that breach the static of the mind. I find it easier to think when I'm not in utter silence, as I become far too aware of any changes in the environment, any noise becomes a disturbance.
It's a sensory thing, I suppose. But to sit and sip on warm tea whilst the world unfolds around me recenters oneself in thought.
It's being more aware of what you choose to focus on for the cost of virtually nothing at all. What? A bit of noise.
Moments like this are unfortunately sparse, wherein I am reminded without input. Today, it happens to be at an unlucky time; I have to dedicate time not to productivity, but to management. Management of essentials, that which can't be negotiated with. I would've much more appreciated to enjoy this moment.
It is no matter, however, as I am as of recent strengthened in the macro lens of time; I need only take the day one minute at a time, and surely I will be clear of it all before I know it.
If I can focus in the near future, I'd like to write a post about micro and macro; it's been something I've taken a great interest in trying to better articulate my relationship with it these days, and it has been no less than a merciful experience.
Serenity upon you, netizen.
== Fuza