this morning, about 9ish, i wrote the following brief piece about today…
awkward thoughts
every now and then i have one of those really awkward conversations with someone who wants to see me happier. you know the kind… they mean well and you know it, but it feels kind of like being under the spotlight and not having the answers and feeling somewhat dumb because you feel like you should.
Lost Pages – Canticle of Orisha
Standing at the sacred crossroads, I hold the way through a door that does not exist, calling, calling, with the voice of the hidden ones to the Ori.
duck, duck, goose
the only thing worse than suspecting is knowing. no. wait. that’s not quite right. the only thing worse than suspecting is knowing and not yet having it confirmed.
timeliness
below, a teaching by H.E. Garchen Rinpoche. i am becoming less surprised at the timeliness of these arriving to my eyes.
yawny but not yet able to sleep
email from my son. contemplating my reply. up too late after a long day. moon full, tides surging and generally discombobulated. oddly, smiling anyway.