“The best way to show that a stick is crooked is not to argue about it or to spend time denouncing it, but to lay a straight stick alongside it” ~ D. L. Moody
“And the point is to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far into the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.” ~ Rainer Maria Rilke
“If a cat sits on a hot stove, that cat won’t sit on a hot stove again. That cat won’t sit on a cold stove either. That cat just don’t like stoves.” ~ Mark Twain
Self-gratitude started my day, simply because I set up the coffee maker before I went to sleep last night. A flip of the switch and my day began. Sorta. Caffeine doesn’t kick in all that fast, if you ask me. Regardless, it was delicious. While I’m on the subject, I think the little valve that allows you to pour coffee, without spilling any, before the brew cycle is done is simply genius. Yet, a cup and a half into the day I still feel groggy. It takes more than coffee to snap me out of my serenity; it takes civilization. I’ll be going out there in a coupla hours. Lucky me. Somehow I failed to recognize that this is Labor Day weekend, and to top it off, Sting will be in concert in Kit Carson park. The idea of thousands of people in that little park just gives me the cold chills. I’d love to see the fella, but there is no dilemma – I ain’t goin’. No way, no how. It would take a week to recover from the intensity of the event. I have no regrets. I just know my limits. Some of then anyway. But we won’t go into that. Soooo – moving forward – Summer is not yet over but I am over Summer. Despite having the sub-tropics in my blood, I no longer like the high heat of the season, though I have no problem enduring it. 23 years in the Florida Keys, rarely suppressed by responsibilities. Perhaps the prime takeaway from those days is that I sorely miss the ocean. It’s a soul phenomenon. The ocean is on a par with the sky, in my estimation. As far as visuals go, the most impressive was those rare nights when the Moon and other conditions are just right, and at a certain point, the horizon disappears. The ocean and the sea become one. Breathtaking, on the lifetime scale of wonder. Sigh. It’s a good memory to have this morning. I’ll just take the hot water on the shorelines on into the shower with me, apply a different kind of hot water, a little soap, and struggle to maintain my sense of time, and my obligation to go into Taos for work. See, there is a time warp, vortex, whatever, in my shower. It makes 20 minutes feel like five. Fascinating, and comfy. Now, I’d best go before the vortex sucks me into that alternate universe where I sit at my old wooden desk, in front of the bay window, cat being held at bay from laying on the keyboard of the computer, and that computer, somehow, quite oddly, looks like a quill pen. The view through the bay window is the sea. Waves upon the rocky shore. Gulls. The profound light of Autumn piercing the air over Martha’s Vineyard. Stuff like that. I miss the sea.
All is well. Goof gloriously.