This is the rock that started the meditation. On another pebbly beach walk with Finlay, chucking stones in the water for him to wallow and splash, I found this one, and hefted its weight in my hand, explored the patterns. They reminded me of the patterns in the sand, on Crescent beach, from a previous year.
So as well as throwing the rocks, I took photos. I have long since given up the “put them in my pocket” collecting syndrome. There are too many. They are always various and beautiful, they remind me of the age and heft of the ages that formed our world. They remind me that everything, however simple, is complex. Depends on your point of view, does it not?
I am busy trying to order complex thinking into something simple. Not happening. Reading Will Black: Psychopathic Cultures and Toxic Empires. Masochist. Me. Still very impressed by Paul Hoggett: Identity Politics and Emotion and the analysis of perverse social structures he made. (same thing?? one journalistic, one academic??)It is not the description or the analysis I want, but the how an ordinary person can create an antidote to something that an ordinary person knows quite well is toxic, no matter how it has been caused. Be part of the solution, even though so many of us are part of the problem too. One way – join and campaign for Monetary Reform. Another way – mindfulness and meditation – and then talk talk talk listen listen listen to all the other ordinary people you meet.
Getting round to writing some of my own thoughts. [over here but very disorganised and experimental – thinking in progress. I just find it easier now to do it online.]