at the click of your fingertips

sitting here trying to put to words why i feel sad i was struck by the realization that my positioning in front of the buzzing box, away from the flowers all over my house, the cats purring on my bed, the painting i'm working on, and the guitar waiting to be strummed....that reaching for this clicking keyboard as my medium for expression may not be the ideal context for me. it may be for you. but i think it may be more part of the problem than where to look for the solution. so i am typing slower, standing up, kicking the chair away from the desk towards the sewing machine....looking for the pen, eyeing the journal and getting ready to press 'shut down'. time for me to get back to the things that make me feel real.