**artwork snitched from ElenaDudina's DevianArt Gallery**I really had to debate on this one.
Often I wonder why I have fallen short of the glory of sanctuary, why the peace I yearn for has abandoned me to the jaws of chaos. The teeth pinch, the hinges close and I feel swallowed whole. The fall is long, the constriction suffocating.
Then, there are days I battle free of chaos' maw, running to the bedroom or the porch. Once settled with a tall iced tea, I embrace the change of location, and deepen the affect by pulling up a mellow playlist with instrumental movie tunes like the lullabys from Pan's Labyrinth and The Chronicles of Narnia, the dance from Mr. And Mrs. Smith. Then, I set my mind loose wandering through my favorite timesucker website DeviantArt.
The change of location, and change of stimuli relax me, and open my mind to more productive paths. Slowly, the tightness winding from behind my breastbone throughout my body loosens. The air I didn't know I lacked rushes in. I drift on the music, settle into the chair instead of sitting on it.
With the tensions gone, the creativity can flow through the paths once choked with stress. The music may lead to a new plot path, the artwork may birth new characters, new romances.
So, if you're feeling tightly wound, and want to relax and refocus, may I suggest embracing change?
Change your location.
Change what you hear.
Change what you see.
Go with the flow...
Change what you hear.
Change what you see.
Go with the flow...
