Today I watched some birds fly around and land on some light posts and suspended wires. My thoughts in that liminal space where it is present but not focus on anything in particular, sort of a pleasant head noise playing in the back hallways of my mind.
Moments like this are important, they help me “decompress” and untangle the snarls that has accumulated.
As of late these moments are not frequent enough. I’m living in a near constant state of compression. There are always more emails and tasks piling up. No possibility for what the British psychoanalyst Winnicott called going-on-being, where the compression of being busy lets up and thinking can stretch out, relax, and unfold along unexpected lines.