Doing Nothing and The Natural World

I dont want to do anything. I am actually still doing things. Lately, I just want to be. Simply, be. Nurture myself - and melt into the world and do nothing. This is actually a real art. Its a real challenge to actually do completely nothing. Not in the slacker sense. In the Zen sense. I have not mastered this art. Yet.

I have decided that big cities, like NYC are unhealthy unnatural environments that should only be experienced in small bursts. Otherwise this really weird dis-ease develops. There are various symptoms. Anger arises from being sandwiched in between people on buses and subways. Shallow breathing develops from the poor air quality. hearing loss, itchiness - the list goes on.

There is also a rare dis-ease that develops in people who live here a long time and love it tooooo much. They start to think that its the only place that exists. That everything they need and want is right here, so why go anywhere else. Seems cool and self-realized - but its actually the opposite.

Things like mountains, rivers, trees, - the natural world - they are important. And living in this gray city in winter, I really miss them. The sky - I miss that too.