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babble - light drinkers
Apr. 24th, 2011 07:38 pmI've been having thinky thoughts, and want to start writing them down so they're not swirling around my head getting all tangled up into a big mess. I used to occasionally partake of intoxicants and then take bubble baths, but lately that really dries out my skin, so today's bath was a sun-bath.
(Aside: I fully recommend napping in the sun once it's ~70F where you live. I have burst-into-flame alabaster white skin, but it's easy-peasy to take a few blankets outside and a pillow and a straw hat and get all bundled up, cozy and warm and melty like butter ont he stove...)
The sun, it is so freaking *bright* when you lie out in it, face-up. I'm so used to inside-light that direct light tends to dazzle me, make me dizzy and slow and giddy. It glints off things you wouldn't expect, like the tips of pine needles and bird feathers and beetle shells.
I've been reading a lot of stories and watching TV shows that are so dark. We are a society defiantly in love with death (skipping for a moment how we are only in love with fake death, not real bodies failing and dying and stopping forever). We love Dia De Los Muertos art and vampire stories and ghosts and horror and everyhting macabre gothy piratey eerie weird. And it's easy - and sometimes cathartic - to get sucked into the angst and hurt and pain of it all, to feel like there are others swimming in that misery with you, hurting and flailing and failing. Or just to be cynical and aloof and untouched and cool. We are in love with darkness.
But there is light too. It's spring. So instead of being a culture of Death Eaters, Sin Eaters, Flesh Eaters... why can't we be Light Drinkers? Try it - lie back, close your eyes, relax your jaw, and pretend that you can feel light flowing into you, down your throat, to your heart. Drink it down. Feel it warm you.
I didn't mean for this to sound all new-agey inspirational, just... it's how I want to be. I've had enough death for a while. I'd like to remember how to live, to find the joy in every mundane moment, make my time here on this earth worth something. To stop eating death and start drinking light.
Yum!
(Aside: I fully recommend napping in the sun once it's ~70F where you live. I have burst-into-flame alabaster white skin, but it's easy-peasy to take a few blankets outside and a pillow and a straw hat and get all bundled up, cozy and warm and melty like butter ont he stove...)
The sun, it is so freaking *bright* when you lie out in it, face-up. I'm so used to inside-light that direct light tends to dazzle me, make me dizzy and slow and giddy. It glints off things you wouldn't expect, like the tips of pine needles and bird feathers and beetle shells.
I've been reading a lot of stories and watching TV shows that are so dark. We are a society defiantly in love with death (skipping for a moment how we are only in love with fake death, not real bodies failing and dying and stopping forever). We love Dia De Los Muertos art and vampire stories and ghosts and horror and everyhting macabre gothy piratey eerie weird. And it's easy - and sometimes cathartic - to get sucked into the angst and hurt and pain of it all, to feel like there are others swimming in that misery with you, hurting and flailing and failing. Or just to be cynical and aloof and untouched and cool. We are in love with darkness.
But there is light too. It's spring. So instead of being a culture of Death Eaters, Sin Eaters, Flesh Eaters... why can't we be Light Drinkers? Try it - lie back, close your eyes, relax your jaw, and pretend that you can feel light flowing into you, down your throat, to your heart. Drink it down. Feel it warm you.
I didn't mean for this to sound all new-agey inspirational, just... it's how I want to be. I've had enough death for a while. I'd like to remember how to live, to find the joy in every mundane moment, make my time here on this earth worth something. To stop eating death and start drinking light.
Yum!
