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Energy cycles

What do we expect of ourselves in terms of energy, healthiness, wellness, all that sort of thing? It’s part of the modern affliction to be obsessed with everything to do with our bodies, our emotions, our habits. Yet it’s an obsession without obvious scientific guidance. I know, I know, we call have friends who seem confident—”moderation, that’s all it takes” or…

Lost

A warm Melbourne Friday afternoon, real heat arriving Sunday. I have, I confess, lost all traction. It’ll be fleeting, I tell myself. I switch from attempting real drafting work, to research catch-up and tidy-up work, the work you do when you stall.

Poised for 2021

New Year resolutions are one symptom of a wider malaise: yearning to be a better you, for a whole year, after twelve months of disappointing. Me, I am poised for a shining 365 days of energetic peace, working hard towards my goals while living and celebrating life. Wish me luck…

The illness of depression

I can’t write about depression because I don’t have it. A low level of despondency often seems to accompany my days, but that overhang is a mere wisp of a cloud amenable to natural buoyancy. But I know folks who suffer from depression, so Jonathan Foley’s eloquent, measured blog post, “Hiding in plain sight,” rings true. In a week roiled by grief at a friend’s…

Light

A Tuesday, blue sky outside, the best of Melbourne’s spring weather. Shortly I’ll catch an early train eastward, to dine at an early hour with a friend. Today had no plan. This week had no plan. November has been unplanned. Yes, I’m drifting. Weighed down by a compulsive personality, the drift isn’t my default state, and I know I should be concerned. A week, so I believe…

Rain and a swim

Day 9 at Howard Springs. The Prime Minister talked about the place the day before, it seems returning Australians from overseas might be mass-quarantined here in the 2,000 rooms left of the 3,000. For the first time it rained overnight and our “street” momentarily lost its internment camp look. And in the afternoon, fifteen from our block were permitted to walk, single file, to the large swimming…

Act at 1 AM

Up. Stretch a bit (the body seems to be the first key to energy, the second is of course the mind). Sleep? No way. Click the mouse. Work.

Birdese

Cannot, simply cannot, rise at the early time that works best for my work and life. Lockdown? Anyway, this morning, I was graced by the dew/dew/doodlydoo (not standard birdese!) of a Pied Currawong. I rose early. Grace…

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