Did we awake from the stupor that can consume our lives — lost amidst bits & bytes, screens & feeds — and find ourselves, as G.K. Chesterton once wrote, “in a street full of splendid strangers?”
The idea is not that we will win in our own lifetimes and that’s the measure of us, but that we will die trying.”
Barbara Ehrenreich
Stopping puts some space in your long haul. Rest is a way of being. Pacing is recalibrated care. ~Pato Hebert
The Adventure Begins – another year of living with the questions about life & work. What can done within the confines of 365 days which enlarges the lives of more than one person? Taking a day-long nap isn’t the answer, although at 5 AM that’s the first thought that occurs to me.
It’s 36 degrees outside in Northern California (two years ago; today it’s 45). Dressed for comfort, I can watch the stars while drinking my first cup of coffee – ah, the pleasure of that first sip.
All energy moves in waves & particles, but the ocean wave is the only wave the naked human eye can see. If time is the lesson willing to be learned, the wave is time’s expression. It comes again & again. It keeps saying, “Will you know me now?”
Life’s Work: A Memoir (2022) by David Milch
The moon won’t be showing itself much, if at all this morning. (in 2024 it’s waning gibbous) It will be a New Moon tomorrow (2022) and completely hidden by Blazing Glory. I’ll look to see if there are any signs of the waning crescent while looking through binoculars before today’s sunrise, coming up at 7:22.