Watching sunset after sunset doesn’t heat the house

Take time to stop time. I threw away the idea of the sitting silent meditation years ago. Sure, I love and appreciate this .gif just like everyone else. Been there, done that. If you’re not evolving, you’re standing still. Sorry, Bobby.

Shifting The Silence by Etel Adnan is a meditation. I bought it purely on the cover (a pastel on paper from Adnan herself) picked it up and within a few pages laid it to rest at my bedside, where it sat for over a year.

One hundred pages of unrelenting paragraphs. Etel Adnan at 95 years young is face to face with her own immortality. Sitting in her beachside apartment in Brittany she rips some truly searing shit. Part poetry. Part scathing takedown of our strange civilization. One very big kick in the groin.

I think about all of the years I would highlight passages in books and imagine myself reopening this one a few years down the road with every word aglow in highlighter yellow.

I don’t know. I don’t want to talk about it. Some things (most) are better left unsaid. Watching sunset after sunset doesn’t heat the house.

Keep in mind, I would never share publicly something like S*otify Wrapped. I am not a nerd. But my number one song this year was Diet Coke by Pusha T, and my most played artist was George Strait. Go figure.