Dense Thicket

Life has been this dense thicket of tangled stuff lately. Then, when I get one area cleared, a new ball of spinning undergrowth comes hurling at me. Boy, I have to keep my eyes open when I’d rather close them and watch the picture show inside. Yet, I know these are the things I must do now: Peace & Plenty.

Small Stuff

Maybe this star I've wanted to catch forever is the ordinary daily stuff. Things like brushing my teeth, in the morning, with my childern and wife and seeing the kids in the rear view mirror talking about the day as I drive them to school. These "small stuff" moments hold deep meaning to me.

10/27/2009

Rapid fire change moving on the surface of the slow, profound turning of eternity. My eyes are open. Am I missing something? There is so much to do. The voice says to just keep dancing and enjoy. Reflection will come later.

The Whirlwind of October

The whirlwind of October continues with a burst of autumn leaves blowing in my face. Beautiful, and lots of raking into piles only to have the kids joyfully jump into them. I am picking up the most important piles first, then enjoying (when I remember too) the colors of all of them.

Balancing on a Compass Needle

I want the world to stop long enough to take a compass reading of where I am. But the compass spins with the whirl of life and the forces of the gravities of places, peoples, things in my life keep pushing and pulling at me. My own internal gravities push and pull at me and react with the external pressures. Such a game of balancing, lean this way, lean that way, a moment of perfection, oops I’ve fallen down. Stand up and do it again.

More Meeting Notes

For those of you who missed the two days of required meetings last week, here are my notes to get you up to speed.

Fear & Beauty

I hear the morning quiet, a moment of peace from the clamor of life. I woke up with a fear in my gut, a deep feeling of loss of place in the universe. That fear of death thing again. We are all so small and so large at the same time. We are the center of the universe and only a small speck in it. I feel a flow of meaning to being here and we are the ones who give meaning to life. No wonder we all escape into all the diversions of email, television, overeating and addictions. We don’t want to feel the pain. Yet in every moment there is beauty. In a doctor’s office we are told of a relative’s cancer and I see the most beautiful piece light filtering through the window blinds. Maybe the heightened awareness of the moment that lets in the pain also lets in the wonder.