But Then, Tube Already Knew This
Mar. 30th, 2005 09:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jakebe
While Google searching 'rabbit totem,' (I was trying to find pages to help back up my response to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
her_own_monster's comment about the raven-rabbit leap), I found this. It's true, too. Arroyo has been making small things big (and big things bigger) on Tapestries since June of 2000. >:)
It warms my heart to know that serendipity is still alive and well. :)
Feeling a lot better about my present creative predicament, thanks to all of you who replied. I even got a really great idea for a story that I'll be moving on to when I'm done with "The Werebear's Lesson" over onwriterrabbit. Plug, plug, plug.
I'm thinking about affixing a certain routine to my mornings. The good thing is, well, it'll discipline me into being more productive and focused. The bad thing is, what happens on mornings that I can't make the routine? What happens when I have guests over, or when I travel? How strictly should I try to adhere to it?
The great thing about the routine is that it's fairly easy to take with you; so travel would only be as big a stumbling block as I'd let it be. The big thing is guests. I'd feel a little bad or awkward shoving them aside for an hour or so every morning with the explanation "I need to do this." because it makes me feel neurotic or something. Of course, I could invite them to join me. Come to think of it, the idea of being embarrassed about displaying my routine to company and friends indicates a nervousness or fear about what they'd think of me. I'm more image-conscious than I realize sometimes.
It's all kind of moot anyway, because I pretty much follow the routine loosely most mornings anyway. :) But here's my idea for the formalized version: wake up, 'greet the day' (this is as simple as recognizing that I'm awake and it's the beginning of my day), light inscence and acknowledge Rabbit, meditate, run, shower, eat breakfast, and write until work. There's also bits about cleaning as necessary in there, but the great thing is you can insert those anywhere and be just fine. ;)
I've become fascinated with the economy of movement people tend to adopt when they're really into something. You know, the kind where no movement or energy is wasted, where every expenditure is pointed towards a very specific goal, or fits into the broader scheme of things somehow. Usually, that kind of grace is limited to dancers, monks and martial artists, but I've been experimenting with how that method applies with everything from moving boxes of books to packaging them to be mailed. It really just comes down to paying attention to what you're doing, figuring out what's necessary and what isn't. You can prune accordingly from that.
In other news, my "I'm Rick James' ghost, bitch!" t-shirt displays my rather prominent gut in the most unflattering way. I was depressed all day because it made me feel like I was a pregnant woman with maternity clothes. Apologies in advance for inflicting that mental image on you without a proper warning. I have changed to a much safer, less unflattering Special Olympics t-shirt. I only wish my "Darwin is dead, Jesus is alive!" t-shirt didn't get eaten by bleach.
Why yes, I collect odd t-shirts, why do you ask?
I've laid off the running this week to give my legs a chance to rest up properly. In its place though, I've been doing jumping jacks, push-ups, crunches and sit-ups. I would try the 108 prostrations since they make for good exercise, but they're *murder* on the legs, and that'd be counterproductive. Buddhism = good exercise. I really don't see how monks do it on a sparse vegetarian diet.
Hmmm. Work.
her_own_monster's comment about the raven-rabbit leap), I found this. It's true, too. Arroyo has been making small things big (and big things bigger) on Tapestries since June of 2000. >:)It warms my heart to know that serendipity is still alive and well. :)
Feeling a lot better about my present creative predicament, thanks to all of you who replied. I even got a really great idea for a story that I'll be moving on to when I'm done with "The Werebear's Lesson" over on
writerrabbit. Plug, plug, plug. I'm thinking about affixing a certain routine to my mornings. The good thing is, well, it'll discipline me into being more productive and focused. The bad thing is, what happens on mornings that I can't make the routine? What happens when I have guests over, or when I travel? How strictly should I try to adhere to it?
The great thing about the routine is that it's fairly easy to take with you; so travel would only be as big a stumbling block as I'd let it be. The big thing is guests. I'd feel a little bad or awkward shoving them aside for an hour or so every morning with the explanation "I need to do this." because it makes me feel neurotic or something. Of course, I could invite them to join me. Come to think of it, the idea of being embarrassed about displaying my routine to company and friends indicates a nervousness or fear about what they'd think of me. I'm more image-conscious than I realize sometimes.
It's all kind of moot anyway, because I pretty much follow the routine loosely most mornings anyway. :) But here's my idea for the formalized version: wake up, 'greet the day' (this is as simple as recognizing that I'm awake and it's the beginning of my day), light inscence and acknowledge Rabbit, meditate, run, shower, eat breakfast, and write until work. There's also bits about cleaning as necessary in there, but the great thing is you can insert those anywhere and be just fine. ;)
I've become fascinated with the economy of movement people tend to adopt when they're really into something. You know, the kind where no movement or energy is wasted, where every expenditure is pointed towards a very specific goal, or fits into the broader scheme of things somehow. Usually, that kind of grace is limited to dancers, monks and martial artists, but I've been experimenting with how that method applies with everything from moving boxes of books to packaging them to be mailed. It really just comes down to paying attention to what you're doing, figuring out what's necessary and what isn't. You can prune accordingly from that.
In other news, my "I'm Rick James' ghost, bitch!" t-shirt displays my rather prominent gut in the most unflattering way. I was depressed all day because it made me feel like I was a pregnant woman with maternity clothes. Apologies in advance for inflicting that mental image on you without a proper warning. I have changed to a much safer, less unflattering Special Olympics t-shirt. I only wish my "Darwin is dead, Jesus is alive!" t-shirt didn't get eaten by bleach.
Why yes, I collect odd t-shirts, why do you ask?
I've laid off the running this week to give my legs a chance to rest up properly. In its place though, I've been doing jumping jacks, push-ups, crunches and sit-ups. I would try the 108 prostrations since they make for good exercise, but they're *murder* on the legs, and that'd be counterproductive. Buddhism = good exercise. I really don't see how monks do it on a sparse vegetarian diet.
Hmmm. Work.
