A Taste of Language

Mushin,
Thanks for a tour of my own reactivity. It went for me something like this: resenting the immediate intimacy implied by the acoustic distance suggested by the proximity if the mic to your mouth.

Then, still resisting relaxing into that auditory space, I found myself in a freefall between memories of Beat poet's readings and many a “guided” “meditation” (during neither of which I ever totally turned off my inner critic).  

Finally, having wrangled through this listening without surrendering to just hearing, I found a wave of self accepting humor washing through my counter-performance.

Anyhow… this was for me a valuable interlude in my day inwhich I got to examine the comfort distances and expectation filters that normally prevail in my interfacing with media and conversation.

K