A wonderful light is drifting in the window: A last brightness of summer. Fall has been poking its nose in the window the last few days. I feel the summer light saying that I’m still here. A dog barks. Another edge, the threshold between two worlds, a slight intermixing. I want to hold onto summer knowing I can only enjoy the fall if I let go.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
I go to meetings. I take notes. The more talk, the more notes. Talk, talk, talk, notes, notes, notes. More meetings, more notes.
side note: try Lamill Coffee in Silverlake (near Los Angeles) California. I had a wonderful experience of great coffee meets great tea (oh, the Hong Kong milk tea!), meets good food, with the company of loved family and friends in a nicely design enviroment.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
A humming bird buzzed by. A flock of crows flew next and in front of my car as I was driving. The clouds drift by in the afternoon of a late summer sky. In the deep dark blue of night, the full moon glowed a rainbow of muted colors off the clouds. The kids made friends and danced the joy of life with them. The sound of the clock keeps ticking.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
The ship of the self is subject to the powerful forces of the sea of life. Of course, like the skilled sailor or surfer, one can learn to move with and be the benefit of the forces of nature. Nature always has the last say in these matters though. Just as you think you’ve mastered it all (or at least some small part of it), nature crashes a huge wave on you or in front of you. Today nature seems to be pushing against my plans (or maybe I’m pushing against nature’s plans), just a little bit, just enough to be frustrating. I know I can’t influence nature very much, so I’ll have to check the compass of the self for a new reading to correct course, to find flow. Or maybe this is just how the sea is today, teasing me to be just a little more awake and alive.