Thump thump Some thoughts about beating the day, brought up by reading U.K. Le Guin's essays on writing and rhythm:

The day is about rhythm. Rhythm is the key. It doesn't matter where you start, you can jump in just about anywhere and start grooving. Grinding might be your thing, or bopping, or swivelling or gyrating, whatever really. Once you're in the beat, you can start dictating the rhythm, and that's how you change things. But you got to get in it first.

Then there's other people. When you're dancing to their beat it doesn't feel right. The body doesn't feel good about it, because if you want to do a two-step, you have to do a two-step, and you can't do a two-step if you don't get the rhythm in your head.

But sometimes you want very badly to dance to someone's rhythm. Actually, you just want to dance with them, and you'll take whatever beat you get. Why? Because you'll get twirled around, and there'll be spinning, and slow dancing and a supported pirouette or two (if you're both good).

So if you hold back and you don't jump in, you'll never get in rhythm and there'll be no dancing of any kind. No activity and well-earned rest, no rise and fall, no noise and quiet. There will be silence. Is this the silence the Buddha achieve(d)? I aspire but I love the beat, I need the rhythm. I still equate stillness with death.  ¶ 2:27 PM