Meditation

David Horvitz made the score ‘When the ocean sounds’ for human voices intended to mimic the sound of the sea.

...Imagine the first life forms, with porous skin or cell walls, through which the sea could freely flow into and out of their small bodies. At a certain moment, however, these life forms evolve. They come out of the sea and develop a different type of skin, one that allows them to keep liquids within their bodies. These liquids are ultimately seawater, and so the creatures – as do we – carry the sea with them, no matter where they go.

In the midst of uncertainty, I found myself fluctuating between states of chaos and order, wondering how to find balance in such a tumultuous time. I found solace in gathering principles and philosophies that centered around tending to oneself. They reminded me that peace is not the absence of disorder, but rather a state of being which needs to be meditated on and refined upon. Peace is the companion that guides us through difficult times.

...Tending to oneself is a virtue, and it requires consistent action, surrender to outcome, and a commitment to presentness. With this understanding at the forefront, I was able to invite in a new sense of peace, clarity, and serenity. I started using the practices, quotes, and ways of thinking that I came across to piece together a framework to guide me in refining and reflecting upon my own ways of introspection.

I've written over 3,000 blog posts throughout the years. This blog has become a repository of my thoughts, feelings, experiments, hopes, and creations.

It has also become outdated, buggy, and suffers from link-rot.

So, every day, I tend to my digital garden.

...Sometimes the work is delightful - finding a prescient post from a decade ago. Sometimes it is frustrating - being unable to find a vital-but-long-dead link. And sometimes it is sad - seeing how much or how little the world has changed.

But, mostly, it is meditative. We do our best to fight against decay, but entropy always wins in the end. Every link eventually withers and every truth is eroded by time. Nevertheless, we continue.