Relaxation

I just wrote a medium length post in wordpress about the nature and origin of creativity. While I was writing, I could hear the distant bells of a church beyond the elegant tunes of Grey Wolf saturating my room. Such is the picture perfect vision of relaxation. Undisturbed thoughts carried on by a beautiful strand of music, with the world never far away to meld into the moment in time.

Being able to concentrate so hard is such a refreshing and cleansing experience, and I feel like I've woken from a long meditation at a temple. Only now I'm beginning to perceive the bustle of the people and traffic somewhere outside my window... Even the air has taken on a perfect bluish tint, with the linings of cloud drawing on pattern after another at the edge of trees. Such is the benefit of living on a hill I guess.

Writing of these relatively mundane things and the odd angles of beauty in such things brings much joy to my heart. No restrictions and no formats, unlike the so many reports and calculations I have to perform when working. While the search for beauty demands appropriate effort, moments like this is like a breath of fresh air, and serves to awaken and focus my mind and heart. Now I feel like I can work again.