Stuck in matter

Just before starting work I am stuck in matter. The material world has caught me.
I am trapped.
However, this is a good feeling. Although a way of escape seems invisible or unreachable, I am feeling fine.
Although freeing one's mind should be the objective, I am a happy prisoner now. I am here and I am feeling a sense of presence amidst all the rubbish and nice things that surround me.
And I am giving in.
It makes me a free prisoner, a paradox a singularity.
Let's get going:
I have filled a jar stuffed with coral sand and shells with gin to purify the mixture and to get rid of the smell. I do not care if it works because I have shut the lid of the container again, and I am outside and not inside of it. The alcohol is pushing the smell out of the glass and it reminds me of our time in Ireland when we collected the sand and the shells.
So the ocean is with me here in Central Europe. My material prison is suddenly filled with the smell of the Atlantic Sea.
What a nice starting point for working myself out of the rubbish.

While I am writing this IS troops are fighting Kurds near the Turkish border to Syria, farming planes are spraying tons of pesticides on GMO crop fields, new nuclear power stations are being built or tested, Ebola is finding its way out of Africa and millions of people are wondering how to get food or clean water.

What else can I be but happy, that for the moment I am not involved in any of this, be grateful to be trapped in my illusion of safety, somewhere in a quiet place on this crazy planet. I wish that any of my next movements and actions could reduce the suffering, be of any help to anyone.

As I keep passing through little moments in other people's lives I will try to give them a little of the peace I am enjoying now…

…and a smile.