Restoration
It was a blind summer. I was going through the motions: waking up and stretching, pouring a coffee, swimming in the lake, driving long distances - but I was sleepwalking. I intrinsically desire things...to discover and grow, I want to build and seek. This drive fills me with purpose and energy and this sense was just not ... seeing? I didn't want anything and I was not holding myself with positive energy about any future event. There is a Kedr Livansky song, ' Sunrise, Stop' where she intones in Russian: "I don't want to believe anymore, I don't want to wait any longer, I don't want to think anymore, I don't want to know more, I don't want to cry anymore..." Summer in the Monaro In this song, Livansky is describing that untranslatable Russian word ' toska ' - pronounced TAH-skah, a deep feeling of anguish and profound sadness - with a dash of spiritual yearning. It takes you limb by limb in its grasp, leaving you emptied out and aim...
