I write not to explain but to explore



I write to understand,

I write to explore

not to explain or define.

Not to give the final word. Not to finish the conversation, to begin it.

I do not write about things I think I know all about, if I think I know all about a topic I will not be open to new ideas and perspectives.

I write to learn more. I write because I am interested in a topic and I want to think about it and give a platform for other people to give their thoughts about it.

I write to connect. To connect my thoughts with the world, and to connect other people into the conversation.

Writing is no use without a reader. I am the first reader of my thoughts, all of you are the second. And your thoughts are the continuation of the exploration.

Writing can help me learn when I am tired of reading, and talking can help me discover when I think an idea for long enough. And connecting to the universe of experience and ideas expands the conversation for everyone.


Back from some quietness



I have been sitting on a stool in one of my secret indie cafe hideaways in Toronto and the barista knows my order.
I have spent the last 11 days in a silent meditation retreat where I wake up at 4am and begin practising in a dedicated mat in the meditation hall where I can sit how I like while respecting the silence of the others around me.
While I was there nobody expected me to speak and my favourite hour was the hour after a silent lunch where I could walk outside in the freezing cold and look at the trees across the riverbed into the forest outside the grounds of the centre.
I don’t know the names of the people practising beside me and I’ve never spoken with them before, but we sit alongside each other and we get to know a little about one another even though we have never spoken.
I am inspired by one the students in the front row who only uses one simple pillow for her left leg and doesn’t shift around for hours.
So while on the first day I had an assortment of pillows and never found a perfectly comfortable position, during the course I ended up also only using one pillow. Decluttering.
No phone means no music, and a song got stuck in my head for days, until I remembered howthe end of the song went.
“Do you miss home”
“And are you coo-oo-oo-ool”
“Let’s get married and take the bus home”

It was nice at first but I’m glad I remembered how the song ended.

The trees are always pretty silent, and it’s perfect. The squirrels love to chatter.

On the last silent sitting I notice a few of us stay in the hall for longer. We know that outside the hall now people are allowed to talk but inside the hall we can stay quiet.

What we need and what we look for sometimes is not some verbalized ecxhange of information. I started writing trying to think about what freedom means to me. It’s a project of mine. But while writing this I realise that it’s nice sometimes to just sit down and enjoy the table, the espresso, the artwork on the wall across the street, the chattering of the squirrels, the trees.
It’s nice to just be around and enjoy the moment.

 


First Preamble for a Ramble



Cute Little Weed

I can’t believe I made this site and recorded my first 2 seconds of something that I just uploaded onto the web.

 

I am hoping that the “1 minute podcast” idea kicks off. I just want to be able to record things without intros and outros. It’s just I want to keep things as simple as possible.

Love and everything.

Em