incommunicado
I am a recovering internet junkie.
There...I'vesaid itwritten it and I can't take it back.
I suppose I could delete this post
During our time away we came to realise that we didn't need television, the internet, hot showers,clean clothes and lashings of animal protein.
Instead, during our spare time we read dogeared novels --penned by authors we'd normally give short shrift; cast adrift by other desperate travelers, discuss the regional variations of dahl baht--being defacto connoisseurs of sorts; scoff at the decadency of a change of clothes and feel a sense of accomplishment at stretching a teacupful of hottish water over the shrinking surface of our skins.
The lack of internet access--load shedding; meant we had to remember how to use some old fashioned equipment like biros and postcards in order to send a few words winging crawling via snail mail to loved ones in the real world outside of our nomad bubble.
When we arrived in Kathmandu we wondered how we would survive the power cuts er load shedding.
12 hours a day...crikey.
A month later and 16 hours a day was water of a ducks back.
Back in OZ and we have deliciously clean air, sunsets and sunrises to die for, lots of personal space and ...electricity.
One can't have enough of air, space and beauty, electricity however, is addictive.
So now I approach the computer with trepidation.
I have to do some load shedding of my own.
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5 comments:
I have been doing some shedding myself, although I don't include the blog as part of that (since I view it as a form of art in itself at the mo). I don't watch much tv anyway, and have reduced my time on the internet. No, my shedding is the way I have been doing art, and not getting involved with any committees, solo shows, the business of art/selling, obligations. I almost feel like I am in flux and I am not sure why and I don't care.
It sounds like you had a major cleansing (maybe in more ways than you perhaps wanted in some areas LOL!).
Welcome back LM. You think you've had it bad but I've had electricity and internet and while you've been gone I've been through
Writers block
Loss of confidence
No connection
No time
Couldn't spell
Gone to hell
It ain't easy being home either!
Looking forward to more postings.
Generally I loathe postcards ... till I got yours. It's now my very favourite bookmark.
I keep thinking I should give up blogging. I think it every week. After all, it accomplishes nothing. It adds nothing to the world. To culture. My wordless blogging is a great personal time-waster and sucks way a tiny bit of Mother Earth's life force.
yes Jafa...I believe hard times are ahead for 'creative' types. It's a time for digging in, for building that bunker. I think you may be right about the cleansing thing...
Ah Chook, between a rock and a hard place is a very large place, all we can do is keep up the lines of communication
You're welcome Lee...glad to be useful
Michael...I think you voiced a fear each of us have. However, your blog adds to the 'life force'. As for wordless blogging; maybe more of us should do it.
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