It would be easy to feel depressed today. I havent slept for more than thirty hours, and Im not sure when Ill remedy that. I havent eaten a bite of anything in nearly fourteen hours. The morning was chilly and cold with a smattering of raindrops, and it looked as if it would storm. Instead, Im thinking of the work Ive done this week and the work I have ahead of me. Im thinking of the perfect, hand-rolled Cuban cigar I have waiting to be smoked No, I dont smoke - but Ill smoke this one for the experience. Im doing katas in my head, contemplating my favorite koan, and watching huge clouds sail like boats across the hospital rooftops. Show me the face you wore in the hour before your parents conceived you. My face right now is contentment, and my lips curve upward in a smile because I will them to. There are so many people in this world I love and have loved; so many people who love and have loved me. It would be easy to build clichés around that. Instead, Ill let the statement stand on its own. We waste too much time searching for meaning; not enough time just being. Im proud to give when I can, honored to help when I can, humbled by how little there is of me to do either. Still, I try, and from that trying comes the only true peace anyone can ever know.
Posted on: Tue, 08 Apr 2014 18:07:20 +0000
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