Gentle morning, slowly crawling out from nocturnal rest, I see the sky lighten, the birds begin their song, and then their dance, and I am
In between, a place, yet not, transition from where I have been to where I will be, yet all its own, give it reverence.
Story ideas assault me, as I drive from home to work, ones that will not let go, perhaps until I give them form, others new.
This forum, “The Internet”, “Interweb”, world-wide web, remains a great forum for the exchange of drivel and vitriol. So it is. So it is.
From the bustle of the weekend to the bustle of the week, false division, real division, made by ourselves as we divide ourselves, survival.
Soft, warms tones, gentle sounds from the garden, I sit. In, out, natural repetition, the carrier wave of being.
Many of the applications I rely upon daily are, when I think about them in an abstract manner, really little more than single purpose DB UI.
Small pains, here, there, and there too, the result of good work, done fully, body used as it has been used by so many for so long, satisfy.
Open, mood steady, neither high nor low, I rest a moment, and I wonder, what should I be doing next, this moment, the moment about to come.
So many thoughts swirl around, climbing in and out of the nooks and crannies of my mind, not available now, as I look at a blank line.
While a writer may not be interesting, the fruit of the author’s mind, the words, sentences, paragraphs and/or lines, must be interesting.
I am a thinker, sitting, mind casting about, where ever it wishes to go, the natural base state of a resting brain.
Into the evening. Never getting it all done. My idea of what I can do still larger than what I am doing. Now I rest.
You’ve got mail. Made famous by AOL and a movie with that name. Created in a time when email was sparse and we were glad to get it. Overrun!
Over tired still, I reflect upon nothing, unable to return from the land of nod. Another road to mindfulness?
Long work day began with perfect parking, a journey across the changing culture, some monkeys still trying to keep others from the bananas.
Day, nearly complete, I do some push-ups, then with heart and breathing taxed a little, I climb into bed, soon to sleep.
New morning, wind chimes singing, light rain falling, gusts occasionally driving it against the pane, I feel the good hard work of a weekend
Easy morning, rested, relaxed, I prepare for small tasks, steps forward, one foot before the other, on this journey of decades, and of feet.