Good Morning

My peaceful sleep is interrupted by the lightning bolts of anxiety in my gut. 2:44 am, Oh crap what am I forgetting to do? My inner universe is a storm. So I clean the studio. As I walk outside to throw away the trash I hear the sounds of late summer insects singing their songs to the approaching change of seasons. The outer universe of early morning is calm and quiet. A few stars wink at me knowingly seeming to say,” You fool, all is well, just do the next step.” So I close the trash can lid, walk back into the house and plan the day and week. My inner storm calms and clears a bit.

Navigating

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.