I had a two dimensional yoga experience the other day, Through the computer screen with Baron Baptiste where he confidently but kindly guiding me and his class thorough series of yoga postures. He mentioned an old saying.
Either you are here or you are nowhere.
Lost in a diffuse past or an imagined future.
And I have been thinking about that. Today. In my house. When the storm was raging outside, taking down a pole or two. Reminding me of my dependence and addiction to electricity.
I watched The Mentalist until the battery went. I decided to sleep for a while, trying to ignore my wet hair full of conditioner because of course the water pump to the well quit to.
Trying to ignore the fear that the latrine would start to smell really badly if the electricity did not come back within soon.
But it didn’t. My computer went dead. I slept but woke up and was bored. I lite a huge fire in the living room. I invited my friend and landlord over for cauliflower soup and I went back to the book 438 days, written by the Swedish journalists Johan Persson and and Martin Schibbye whom I have mentioned before. When they were still in Kality prision in Ethiopia being accused of terrorism. They were then sentenced to 11 years and released after 18 moths.
It is some read. I enjoy it. It is well written. They know their craft. Sometimes it is funny in that absurd kind of way that you only really experience in an absurd situation. I learn about the situation in the Ogaden province. About the Swedish oil company and the consequences of greed. It reminds me a little of another book I read, where angels fear to thread. Same continent, another story. But the description of fear and uncertainty is the same.
I am deeply impressed and inspired by them as well as other journalists that take upon themselves to take the road less traveled in order for the rest of us to learn about injustice and the world in general.
They sure learn about staying present. And about what the weeds of the mind can do to us.
One of my favorite writers, Ryszard Kapuscinski wrote about the dilemma of the limbo state. And if I crossbreed that thought, the uncomfortable state of mind where you are neither nor, when you don’t know the outcome of things with the dilemma of not being able to be anywehere else in time except for this present moment. I realize why it is difficult and why I, for one, have a tendency to not want to sit in the dark. Or be in prison.
I also realize I have no other choice. I don’t want to be nowhere.