Something, anything, this way comes

Three months without anything new. It’s certainly a LONG time.

It hasn’t gone unnoticed to me that I have lost focus and neglected this space. I have always thought that, to some degree, our online presence is an act of devotion: you share experiences, feelings, thoughts, ideas, hopes, and so on. It’s not a matter of sharing ad nauseam, sharing for the sake of it, but being mindful about it.

The Power of Writing

My mental and physical health have declined over the last few months because of legal matters. I might have mentioned before that I was in a car accident earlier this year, and the legal process has been exhausting and frustrating. This is also in addition to my personal situation as an immigrant dealing with the immigration system, which is very, very confusing.

In the middle of it, anything that adds to my well-being has been greatly appreciated. I have asked lots of friends and people in general to keep me and my family in their prayers, so things will improve soon. While it is true that there has been improvement, it hasn’t been the type that I have focused on for so long.

I am getting back into writing right now, especially poetry. I am rediscovering how powerful it can be when you are feeling isolated, weak, angry, and so on. It can move so many things inside, and to such a degree, that it also adds to the exhaustion, but with a different result. The aftertaste, far from being bitter, is sweeter each time.

The Mental Swamp

Something helping me is the Pomodoro Technique: specifically, I am working with 25-minute intervals, or pomodoros, with 5-minute breaks, and a longer, 15 or 20-minute break after four pomodoros. There’s a video I keep going back to, which I’m sharing below. Although this one does not have the 15-minute longer break, it still helps me a lot.

What is the point of all of this? Encouraging whoever needs it to purge, to let go, to say and do whatever is needed to rise from the mental swamp. Heaven knows I am just reaching the surface, but I am still underwater. Establishing habits is helping, and I am slowly, oh so slowly, moving from being an armchair occultist to an active practitioner once again.

As embarrassing as it is to say it, honesty is a pillar value for me, and so I have to admit that I have fallen out of the habit of connecting with my deities. So this is me trying saying I want to will do better, because anything is better than that mental swamp I am fighting against.