Getting close to a month of not being on Facebook.
Yesterday at work, there was a problem with my computer. No email. Took all day and evening to fix the issue. I was thinking as I was going over the issue with our IT guy...wow...no Facebook, no email...only phone and text.
It didn't freak me out.
Last night around 10pm, I was taking my usual night time shower and I had a moment to revisit this lack of accessibility I have at the moment. It is by choice. I don't have to limit my availability to people. Yet, I like it. There has been a frenetic quality in my life that is diminishing over the last couple of weeks.
I thought I would miss so much without that public forum. I probably am missing some things, but I am not missing is seeing people's constant struggle with life in our modern world. Nobody really wanted to see mine, and in all honesty, I don't want the minute to minute update of someone's shitty day, week, or life. As I see it, we are all struggling in some fashion with some aspect of our life. That is LIFE. However, I would much rather meet up with a friend, listen intently to their struggle and hold their hand. Somehow that seems so much more real than the shitty quips most of us (at least whom I am friends with) are good at. I have decided I would rather meet with somebody for 2 hours over coffee/tea and hear about their challenges and successes than the removed 20 seconds here and there for a year. I suppose I am choosing the tangible even if less frequent over the constant removed update.
The focus on the real, the personal is far more satisfying to me. I recently have felt the need to remove myself from the greater world in a small way, feed myself mentally and emotionally, and protect myself and the people closest to me (aka my little family of Thurston and Chris). My time and focus seem to have resurfaced in leaving the chaos of intense social media. I am thinking in longer strings rather than in 10 words or less. Allowing myself to delve into the more complex, as it were.
After a week of no Facebook, I felt like I was on vacation. As if I had retreated to the mountains and was living a bit of solitude. The waking dream that I have all too often. The solitude of quiet. I am in this moment re-living a treasured memory of being at Ilya's home Il Paradisio and the sun was just setting. We are in her little kitchen cooking, laughing, talking. The house smelled of garlic and herbs mostly lemon balm and the scent of pungent pine seeping though all the pores of that sweet house. The last of the day's sunlight streaming through the old wavy glass of those windows. All the issues of the day were gone. It was just us, dinner cooking, kitties wandering under our feet. Then the quiet of sitting in the living room listening very possibly to Mozart and drinking a Pimm's cup. In those moments after an afternoon of laying on those healing rocks in the sun, I found myself (in my memory) completely present in that moment. The small joys and pleasures of daily life. The beauty that surrounds those actions and friendship.
I have found those moments again. Chris sits and keeps me company in our new home while cooking dinner....different music playing...of late mostly Joe Strummer & The Mescaleros Radio station on my Pandora. Sharing a glass of wine talking about our day with the smell of garlic and onions heavy in the air. Kitties laying on the floor belly up with a smile on their most wicked faces. We talk of the past. We talk of the now. We just talk. Sometimes though we are quiet listening to music and the sounds of the old Victorian we now inhabit. I find it easy to be present. To cherish the moment within it, rather than thinking and checking on what everybody else is thinking, feeling or doing.
Again tapped into a space of solitude even with a full life around me.