Life in Worthing Continued

Since my reentry into the world of education, it has been tough keeping up with life and blogs and writing and any sort of artistry. It has been a crazy few months. Everything is in some sort of manic upheaval, and I am somewhere, kinda depressed in the middle. Change takes so much out of you, and there is so much I want to do, but I keep being distracted by life circumstances and holding things down.

I moved out of Steyning to stop having to commute to work, and then I end up commuting to work. Swings and roundabouts. At least I get to travel through the city until I am in the middle of the greenery again. On the way, I usually listen to something by Joanna Macy and Deep Ecology in some attempt to regain my hope for this world and our lives upon it. It does help a little give some sort of perspective, and perhaps even direction and understanding of my own life. I also get to do a little photography which has been missing from my twitter since I left the country.

Without the rolling hills of the South Downs, trapped in the cityscape's, it is hard to know what to write about. The passion of the sea is what is left to me, and that is no small thing. I know. I go running and the sea air clears my mind and makes me smile, sometimes. I do seem to have a deep need to be closer to nature, and maybe if I learn to drive I will head back to a place like Steyning, and find a way to live a more sustainable life.

I don't know if this is my big dream in life. The dream to live a life which doesn't harm the planet. It would be cool if it was, perhaps I should start really thinking about it practically. When I listen to people talk about deep ecology, I do get a special feeling inside. That kind of passionate feeling you get when you are really interested in a subject. This is a positive thing and a good sign that perhaps this is the direction I want to be going in. Slowly, but surely.



Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Lost Track of which Week it is/Watching Strange Movie before more Work

Arrival

First Week Highs and Lows (Rugby Trauma, and Overwhelm)