Turning off the noise.

Before I become deaf to myself.

It’s that time of year when the long, languid days, the still point of summer, invite some reflection and rest.

I know enough about Hindu philosophy to know that I shouldn’t be writing about Hindu philosophy. But I came across this idea many, many years ago and jotted it down in a notebook. (This is an argument for the advantages of keeping notebooks and journals.)

🕉️ Sannyasa. 🪷

This is the fourth and final stage of life.

A definition:

At this time of life the only duty is to gather together one’s mind and place it upon the [Eternal]. … to move towards an existence which involves more solitude, to begin in earnest the path of self-discovery. Your worldly relationships and connections are now coming to an end.

Let me remove the ominousness from that last sentence. I am in good health.

I’m not sure if this is temporary or permanent. I do know that it will be at least a few months.

Because …

Over the last ten days, I’ve been unsubscribing like a crazy (I am VERY close to Inbox Zero), started reading literature instead of opinion, stayed off social media. And it felt WONDERFUL.

Also, this will give me a chance to work on the corrupting need to be “relevant” which—for me, anyway—makes me as twitchy as a detoxing squirrel.

I’ll let you know how it goes.

Thanks for reading.

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And, appropriately enough there’s this. I suppose it should have a question mark at the end, like I’ll Be Back?

Listen here:

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