State Beyond Words

State Beyond Words

 

“What state are you in?”

Lately I have wanted to start all my blank pages with a dialogue, as if finally I have been influenced by what others are writing.

“Why be different?”  He asks.

But of course he knows the answer.  He can live a life without questions, if only he lives on bread and water and stays with the basics which aid life support.

 

“Can you live without your cell phone?”

And with that comes GPS and Facebook and some urge within to share your life with others.  Comes down to a reoccurring urge to let others know you are in the moment and ever present.  Is the gift technology has given.  The sense of always being one click away and at the tip of ones fingers as its touches it way to satisfaction.

It is no secret if you have been around for any length of time.  I am a suspicious person.

“Paranoid?”

 

Perhaps.  Suspicious and the answer to that is, most definitely.  Has doubts about everything, and when he sees quotes and words between the brackets, he wonders why.  Why single out this single thought.  Why draw attention to this?  And that is when he knows to schedule another therapy session.

“Are you nuts?”   She asks.

 

And he knows he has prepaid for 60 minutes of talk therapy on his current morning session, and for all he knows is talking to a cutout and a blank screen, even as it appears this is live and somebody who can help him, is actually available.

Makes it easier to talk when he realizes its therapy and not just some talk session with a friend on Facebook.

 

Normally he answers his own questions and does not rely on others for guidance.  Independent and does not belong to a major party.  “What state are you in?”  And he takes it as it comes.  Physical state.  Mental state.  State beyond words and this is where his best thought lie.  Ask me where I am or what my mental state of mind might be, and I interpret most of what is asked of me with the simple overlay.

“Where do you keep your money?”

 

Turns out that is the inquiry that took over last week.  Had to do with off-shore accounts and where rich people keep that which is dear to them.  I had to laugh.  Turns out to be an example of something that does not apply, because I have made a conscious effort to have quality of life, and for me that means what I have in front of me.  Water.  Mountains.  Breathable land and a place to walk.  Fresh air.  Abundance as is not-man-made for me.   Seems this separates me from my computer and the people on the other side that have something to hide.

State of mind and this takes me somewhere having money does not.  What is important here and settles me to the point where I have time on my hands, and a place to sit in comfort without crowds and density taking over.  Not exactly in seclusion, but is a by-product of where I live and spend my hours daily.  Not on my cell phone.  Try to limit myself to 3 hours or less on the computer.  And find most of my computer time is spent late at night watching Netflix movies.  Costs a little to have beam-me-up-Scottyd entertainment, but I am not complaining.  Quite the opposite, actually.

 

Today’s blog is a celebration of being invisible.  Out of range and out of sight, and this has you wondering.   Off-shore accounts and near island and inner bay seclusion, and what does this have to do with me?   Then Stoney Blogger shows up saying:

“Is where my best times in life have been lived.”  State Beyond Words and a place of peace and quiet.  And is the point of showing up, presenting this blog and adding a few pictures.  He wants you to know he is doing okay.  Off-Shore.  Without a penny in his pocket.  He has all he needs, because today it is all done electronically.  Automatic deposit.  Sight-unseen.