what a delight for all the senses.
a crystalline light.
like none other.
the cool before the heat of the day to come.
in the early morning.
my mind feels like this room.
it’s my favorite time of the day.
unless it’s my other
most favoritest time of the day.
just the early time right before darkness.
i love that too.
the opposite of morning.
no crispness there.
everything muted . . .
as if seen through water colors.
aren’t those lovely names?
and if it’s about to rain
and somehow there is a wet golden glow
from early lights turned on . . .
so much the better!
the street lights.
car headlights shining in the streets.
lamp lights shining in the windows.
the day is over.
time to be together.
to remember what’s important.
it’s still not dark then.
it’s just the edge of dark.
it’s pretty nigh onto perfect old bean.
those are the two most magic times for me.
as i write this . . .
it’s actually very dark here . . .
as i write this now . . .
it’s very late. unusually late for me!
far past dusk.
and of course . . . it’s not raining.
and it’s about 89 degrees still.
sometime in the night . . .
toward morning . . . i’ll awaken
and i’ll open the big window in the little wren house.
because for awhile yet . . .
it’s still getting cool in the nights.
it is a gift to have the fresh air come in.
well . . .
i have avoided the title of this post long enough.
it’s not something i’m proud of admitting.
especially as long as i’ve been practicing it . . .
just the art of being
i came across this little sign the other day.
and it made me stop and think.
i guess the best signs do that.
see that little message?
some things were written just for me old bean.
i’m trying to take care of my words
when i’m with people.
i’m trying hard not to talk so much!
it’s a losing battle. but i keep trying.
for someone who loves all things
i get on my own last nerve!
i swear i do!
it’s one thing to be simple on the outside . . .
no problems there.
my life and my home are
a symphony of simplicity.
i find that’s actually the easy part.
it’s the INSIDE
and oh my! how cluttered it is.
the closets in my mind . . .
too full to overflowing.
it’s truly just as bad as a cluttered house old bean!
for years i have sat quietly for a small part of each day.
even all the busy years i worked. and it was always refreshing.
and still is.
for that time at least i feel very centered.
i have no problems.
then . . .
i go out into the public!
talk about sensory overload!
does that happen to you?
EVEN LOUDER MUSIC EVERYWHERE.
SO MANY PEOPLE.
and i think . . .
where is my calm?
where is my center now?
part of me is still somewhere
there at home . . . on a lovely beach . . .
sitting in the shade of a big palm tree.
little waves coming and going.
i must learn to take my calm
my acceptance of all things
in my sitting time
where it is so easy . . .
and wear it like a cool white garment
walk among the noise and chaos
of this world.
21st century world . . .
that is so foreign to me in so many ways.
it is not so easy.
i must wear the stillness as
my cool white garment.
to be still.
to feel centered.
and to feel at home.
and yet still enjoy
somehow . . .
the loudness and the heat and the chaos
of just a regular day.
it’s something i work on old bean.
i work on it every day.
i’ll give you a report as i progress.
or . . .
when i get there.
i ever get there!
as the wise buddha
said . . .
it’s all a matter of awareness.
til then . . .
i’ll be working on my cluttered
til soon old bean.