he is still in the air. three hours puts him somewhere over kansas about now… heh. humorous thoughts of ‘wizard of oz’ and giggles. i woke at 7am sharp and could not sleep if my life depended upon it.
sitting here after morning meditation, incense curling a soft sweetness into the apartment and groove salad playing gently… i feel warm… soft… open… free.
we’re going to meet at perkins and have a late breakfast. i suspect we will sit there and just gab for hours. makes me smile. almost as much as hearing his giddy, breathless, stuttering on the telephone last night just before departure.
like polarized magnets. as odd as it may sound, i can feel him moving closer.
listening to skin 4’s ‘medusa’. very pleasing arrangement… the cymbals and percussion approximate the sibilance that gives the piece its name. not letting my mind linger on any one thing, just flowing. that is pleasant as well.
one of the most enjoyable things about ‘being’ is that nothing is enjoyable. and yet, everything is enjoyable. heh. paradox.
7:58am. and i’m counting the minutes. hah. smile. laughter at myself. but still… counting them.