Day and Night

I am constantly processing this life, my mind is churning at all hours of the day, observing like a child who has just seen something for the first time, felt the breeze on her face for the first time and it took my breath away- thinking – what was that?!? Being a bit shocked and a bit thrown off, I don’t know if I’m supposed to cry for my caretaker to consul me, or if I am able to adapt and understand what that stimulation was – like child development concepts.

Life is continually changing and we are continually evolving, with each next experience, of every day, as long as we are being aware and conscious of the changes within and all around us. I am embracing the changes with arms spread wide.
Embracing the sun as it rises every morning, as I go outside to see the light above me and feel it on my skin, despite the temperature, I can embrace the sun in front of me. How I love the activity of the day, constantly moving, so much going on all beings feeding off the energy of the sun.

I can embrace the day as it continues to move forward into the evening. I am grateful for this day which I was fortunate to share it with others who are alive and experiencing life. Then I embrace the sun as it sets in the evening, allowing for the darkness to come and the day to be finished, we can embrace the evening night. This is the time which I enjoy most for it is here that I can retreat back into my solace, into my quiet place if I want to.

Family dinner at 8: sharing a meal and a special company. Perhaps afterwards, enjoy entertainment by music, dance, culture, and all the enjoyable things which we do to express the experiences of the day. The activity only stops when we have had too much stimulation for our upright selves.

Then I can appreciate the other activities which may happen during the occasional late night witching hour, and perhaps after a bit of wandering in the aloneness of the night as a song sings of this oddity: “the lonely loner walks the street at night, toss and turn, can’t seem to ease my mind, a a at night.” After the activities of the day have subsided, I catch myself up late into the midnight hours, past then to the early morning; this special time is when the creativity of my inner soul comes.

In between the space of darkness and light, once I am well and tired, is where I find myself retreating to this special place of union, resting once again in connection with my world of unconscious thought and travel.
I embrace all of life. Darkness, light and the silence in between

Summertime Writings: Watching Boats pass on a sunny day

“Commitment” is the name of the sail boat that I first noticed passing as I stop to appreciate its wonder. I am sitting at the Burt Gilman off the canal writing in enjoyment for this present moment. Watching the boats pass and hearing the waves of the Canal which connects the ocean water of the Puget to the Lake Union. All in front of me are people enjoying their summer Sunday on the water. I love this town I love the water!

“Alliance” is the name of the ridiculously large yacht that I see empty of any person and feeling overly large and useless of space. I remember the overly large homes of my up-bringing where I felt the coldness of pretentiousness and the need for bigger and better. I am disgusted by this mentality of motion and engine gas guzzling power which doesn’t seem fun for anyone but the two people on the board. I am baffled that two people would imagine that this ginormous rig is essential for enjoyment. I wonder with a name expressing association and coalition, how they interpret their involvement with other people as they are not in any way intermingling with another water friend other than dominating space.

A father and his two young boys with their trusted hound putt by in the smallest fishing dingy and I see joy. I feel that he is imparting an experience of wonder to these children. To them, joy is simply to be on the water, watching with wonder. Not needing to be in the largest boat on the water, no yacht could bring them closer to the flowing water of the small fishing boat where they can reach their hands outside the boat and feel the water rushing through their fingertips.

The other large boats are a potential hazard. Someone could fall off the side and be mangled by the propeller of the engine. Get too many large boats together and they have no maneuvering ability causing a potential problem of collision. Watching boats passing I am reminded of the simplicities of life.

I enjoy the company of the duck and talk to him in my Donald Duck voice as he passes by.