...as long as you are fully engaged in the moment and nowhere else.
Learning to flow is tough. and essential.
I am surrounded by the beautiful energy! yet I am trying stupid tricks like turning street lights on (turning them off has become dull).
So to where?
No parlor tricks, no fairy magic. Just real, just here, just me.
A monk lives by (as some say) Paradox, Humor and Change, so well, I qualify. Yet making yourself available [shift F7] (ok, that was the best word for what I was looking for, anyhoo) is okay where and when you are needed, feels sublime, it flows.
Spent much of today that way, happily. Also realized that the convertible allows a clear perspective of the past, present, and future of now, unobstructed and true. A bit raw (like when it's hailing and you realize that you have essentially a rolling jacuzzi and Taco Bell becomes a good family meal when the top is secured! did that yesterday in the storm.).
So, I lost the bet, it was not the band Panic at the Disco (but WAY close the DJ said) so now I have to buy drinks and snacks for my future daughter's Dad. Damn I hate it when that happens... almost close to one of those unresolved cyclical references that spark up every now and then in Excel, you know?
So here is a tune for your listening enjoyment:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=djCUfGVd9lY
I'm gonna see if I can sleep until 10am, walk the park, clean the Zen Pool. After that I suppose that I will consult my horse Spirit and see what I should do for the rest of the weekend...
Mox In
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