I love the almost-haiku quality of the actions you wrote down: “Woman typing on her laptop, her partner practicing Chopin, dogs sleeping, tea growing cold, snow falling.” Sometimes our being feels like a series of verbs and images, and I find paying attention to that bareness that comforting, especially when I’m worried. The shadows of the trees also remind me of that feeling of presence…Thank you for this refreshing read. Wishing you and your partner everything good! 🙏🏼💙
Thank you for reading the post and for your thoughtful comments. The bareness, as you noted, is truly comforting, isn’t it? Like clear crisp air after smog lifts. 🙏🏽
Looking at this I am both reminded of Plato's allegory of the cave, which asks me to look behind to verify this is a projection, and also enticed by the dark doorway inviting me forward. What a great post, Katarina. Thanks!
I love the almost-haiku quality of the actions you wrote down: “Woman typing on her laptop, her partner practicing Chopin, dogs sleeping, tea growing cold, snow falling.” Sometimes our being feels like a series of verbs and images, and I find paying attention to that bareness that comforting, especially when I’m worried. The shadows of the trees also remind me of that feeling of presence…Thank you for this refreshing read. Wishing you and your partner everything good! 🙏🏼💙
Thank you for reading the post and for your thoughtful comments. The bareness, as you noted, is truly comforting, isn’t it? Like clear crisp air after smog lifts. 🙏🏽
Looking at this I am both reminded of Plato's allegory of the cave, which asks me to look behind to verify this is a projection, and also enticed by the dark doorway inviting me forward. What a great post, Katarina. Thanks!
Yes! Very much like the cave, right? Our minds are so good at projecting and have so much trouble accepting what actually is. Thanks for reading!