Wednesday, March 31, 2010

It is sort of hard to explain what is going on in my life. Newness is par for the course. I have developed a sort of ecstatic outlook on life, and I'm not sure if that is something that can be easily undone anymore. The grass is green on this side of the fence, and the other side. Wounds heal faster if they are air dried.

Let's get together and celebrate spring. What a great year this is. But then again, I'm getting my taxes done later and perhaps my whole happy bubble will pop! Doubt it though.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Life is an adventure.

Sunday, March 14, 2010

walking bliss

I went on three good walks today. One with a really good friend, another with a really good friend, and another with a really cosmic monkey. I enjoyed them all for various reasons, but on my solo walk I bought some organic cheese puffs at the Seward Coop, so that was by far the best one...

Being able to walk again in pleasant weather is bliss: slow, fast, ambling, stupefied, tired, happy, full, hungry. It doesn't matter the state I'm in, the walk brings it all together.

Saturday, March 13, 2010

little morning life lesson #1

I made two cups of fresh coffee this morning. Then I added some cream that was a bit old. Then I sipped it. It was bitter and rancid from the cream, but I kept drinking because I didn't want to waste good fresh coffee. Then I thought "What the hell am I doing?" and dumped it down the drain, and poured myself a fresh cup.

little morning lesson #1
you can't save doomed coffee by drinking it

Friday, March 12, 2010

a smile in the drizzle

The gray drizzle has not been my mood of late. I'm reading Thich Nhat Hanh with new eyes. Always new, beginners mind.

If we feel that we don't have have a smile right now, but can see our smile being kept by the dandelion, we are okay, he says. Also in the drizzle, the dirt, the stones, and the pepper plants, I say.

The snow has all but melted away. Carburetors are acting differently now.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Everything is a mess. So what?

Tuesday, March 02, 2010


What is patience?

Quiet endurance while suffering. Maintaining a state of grace in the midst of pain. Beginning again after failing so many times.

Patience could be seen as a precursor to any attempt at religion, science, or art; evolution/creation. Before the storm hits, with patience we gather our wits and batten down the hatches. Without patience we run around with our heads cut off in a panic and are destroyed by the storm.

Patience is a survival skill. Without patience, hunting wouldn't be a skill or craft, it would merely be an exercise in firepower. Without patience, gardening is the most frustrating undertaking in the world.

Patience is the seed for real meditation and heartfelt communication.

"There is here no measuring with time, no year matters, and ten years are nothing. Being an artist means, not reckoning and counting, but ripening like the tree which does not force its sap and stands confident in the storms of spring without the fear that after them may come no summer. It does come. But it comes only to the patient, who are there as though eternity lay before them, so unconcernedly still and wide. I learn it daily, learn it with pain to which I am grateful: patience is everything!"

-Rainer Maria Rilke

It is also a song by Guns & Roses:

GUNS N ROSES - Patience
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