Funk and Flow
There's something I want to say about ups and downs. Getting stuck and finding flow. Crashing out and re-caffeinating.
But not sure I have the right words. Not that that's ever stopped me.
This week was a bit of a crash/slide down--nothing heavy--just your standard don't want to get out of bed or do anything. At. All. Small kind depression. A funk.
Then a couple people in my extended communities died suddenly (like in the last week...what gives, universe?). At least one was a suicide. Kinda makes you sit up and reassess and reach the fuck out, y'know? There's just a lot going on for my peoples all around. So much love and yet still so much pain. No matter what you do, how good a life you lead, how much you reach out, how much you love/live...there's still all this bad shit. And we all die. Easy to get kinda cynical about shit.
(Not writing well if I'm swearing so much. Oh well. Fuck it.)
And also. There's that moment when all that slumping stops and the world isn't filtered through gray and it turns out that during all that funk, you were chewing on shit and stuff just falls away and you're back on top. The upswing then brings flow and all the things that were a struggle start coming together like butter (mmm, butter).
Might just be a really good cuppa. Dunno. Just glad for it when it comes. Learning to trust that the slide is part of the flyin.
K, gotta werk but can't leave you without a little Something Better: http://youtu.be/DQLj_NAwmyc