And to think I almost missed this. As I looked about I could see most of my fellow passengers were asleep or immersed in a movie. I wanted to yell hey everybody look, and then I thought yeah they would look at me and think what’s her gig!
So I looked and I saw. How can one not look and want to see something so magnificent. I couldn’t tell you yet they didn’t. Pretty big mountain, awesome place to climb, come on people someone acknowledge how wonderful our planet is.
So I was silent and I kept this wonder to myself. I whispered in her ear I will be back and this time maybe to climb your summit, sit at your snow covered peak and look up to see the people in the airplane go by.
Thoughts about muffins? Not really, Im just an early arrival awaiting my flight to Vancouver. If you’ve never flown out of Sacramento try it, easy and not so busy. It’s not very often that one can get a direct flight from anywhere, anymore.
So what should one write about while eating a muffin at the airport? Should I be comprehensive, detailed, while people watching or just straight up direct? Don’t know. I do know my muffin tastes really good and eating it is a kind of cheat for me, so don’t tell on me.
The airport is super quiet s people watching is pretty dull. No exciting characters to portrait, no kids telling their parents they are bored and no complaining about flight delays. It is definitely very mellow.
I could get meditative and talk about how an airport could be a great place to get to know my fellow traveler’s. Conversations that could get close to the heart and how they feel about themselves and life. No, I want to be ghosting today< maybe let everyone else do the talking.
What and where does that leave me? I will just say it gives me great pleasure to be in the zone eating my muffin, not thinking about anything and I guess being present to what shows up.
I will smile, be cordial, converse if conversed to. Otherwise I will be wise anonymous to the nature of this beast and sit quietly eating my muffin.
Safe travels ya’ all were ever you may be, even if its just to the store.
You know we are always thinking, thinking, thinking, thinking. Do we ever stop the noise about later, never, tomorrow or yesterday? Do you ever catch yourself and realize you have been somewhere else thinking about something that could, should or would have happened?
All the time!
I can’t draw! Yet finding art has helped me find an abstract way of getting out of my head at the most opportune times. I am so tired of thinking, being absorbed in thought. What does it get me? A headache!
When I open the app It’s like reaching into space where time doesn’t matter and what I draw is the only matter on my mind. I found I can’t multitask my brain functions when traveling though time and space if I am doing something that absorbs my thinking. The past doesn’t matter, pursuing the future isn’t in my que, and the present is all bout making something creative.
Make believe said the Madd Hatter, believe in the colours of being in the zone and not in your thoughts. If I can so can anyone. Writing is a passion, yet art is my saviour when I want to run through the forest and not worry about where I’ve been, where I am going. It’s only the strokes on a page, on paper and when its done I can only wonder where time has gone.
That my friends is a good thing and the best is when you don’t like it all you have to do is delete and start again. We can be like the art we create. Learning our lessons, getting out of our heads and being realistic. If delete needs to happen we can then know the reasons why and be grateful.
Woodstock. Three days of peace and love, where no one noticed any difference. No one cared if you wore clothes or what clothes you wore. People hugged, kissed, danced and meditated on nothing more than music.
We, yes I was there, slipped and slid in the mud, played in the rivers and streams and never wondered where we would go next. The music took us into a dance of the heart. The energy of each singer rejoiced in the moment. Love loved through all of us.
We went home in a daze, unaware of what could have taken place and for that matter we didn’t care. We had loved, danced and learned about the heart of what matters and that is simply people.
I long for that moment again, a moment that will never be. We are not that simple, nor direct in our desires for peace. The type of peace that comes with no strings attached.
I am honoured to have been there, to have discovered my fellow humans in the dance. Where have we gone and where do we hide.
Let’s come together again, not like we did then yet in a new presence of peace, love and being groovy.
No more war we chanted. No more war. Hug your neighbour see them for who they are and that is, just humans in a dance of joy.
Having a bad day? Life has lemons in your basket. It’s those moments when what can go wrong does always will but why refer them as lemon? Can life give us figs, apricots or bananas?
Today is one of those days. Do I deserve to have a bad day, did I do something lemony, sour? What can I do about it?
Be a Lime instead. Look at the bright side and be orange! Make pink lemonade with lots of sugar. I need to take my own advice.
Friends say be “present, what you focus on will only make it worse.”Lemons make me crazy. Lemons are not a pain, negative or nasty. Lemons are bright and yellow and tasty.
I may not be able to get rid of my pain by being present because in this present the pain is in my arena but I can make lemonade, find laughter in the way I think about my problems and belief that tomorrow will be a better day.
Live life yellow, bright, lemony and make lemonade.