beastly living
By on September 10, 2007 | Permalink | Comments (1)
Holy Schneyekies!
Life is certainly a rambunctious, slobbering beast, isn’t it!?
I’ve been feeling a bit like this lately:
I’m zooming out into god-knows-where-i’m-going territory and today I can’t believe i’m still hanging on.
My first few years in California, I was blindly in love with LA, even more in love with San Francisco, and subconsciously overtaken by the shapes of the trees and the extreme variety of vegetation abound. My notion of this LA LA city was so smally small small. I still have no idea how big it is but, i assure you, it is BIG. I’ve been so overwhelmed with the larger context that this weekend, when I had a moment to dismount the matted and loyal back of my steed ‘Momentum’ I found myself thinking about the benefits of small.
There is a little part of me that really pines for the simple confines of a shared dormitory room with everything immediately at hand and no where to really go. Something as banal as a couch picked up off of the curb had huge powers to change everything. Ta-da! a hang-out zone, a nap-zone, a make-out zone, a homey zone, a breakfast zone, a study zone. Markedly different, of course, than the zone in which one accrued what little sleep there was steal. The tiny, self-sufficient space with mini-fridge and microwave known as ‘kitchen nook’ was ‘window seat’ (6inch sill) adjacent and the desk was a built-in unit combined with a set of drawers. And yet it was amazing how much stuff a person could collect and store in such a tiny space. ‘stuff’ being the operative word driving the human fascination to collect random bits and pieces of everything they experience and to bring them back ‘home’.
most trees that are more than 500 years old are hollow. i think if most people ever had the chance to sit down inside of a towering vegetative beast, they might not want to leave. ‘stuff’ might seem silly in the face of such a thing.
I got an email from the mate i shared that dorm with saying that she had “just moved into a room thats 94by94inches, built a loft fort and painted it orange. home.” Sounds like the right idea. Maybe I’ll build a fort with the sofa cushions next weekend. or go to the park with a tarp and some sticks.
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God I wish I had a towering vegetative beast right now. I think it would resonate with the very truth of life. For a long time I thought the mark of sainthood was to live in one spot your whole life and never leave.
Posted by Alisha | September 12, 2007 @ 1:32 PM