being here

what do we value more than spending time with someone? spending time alone? spending time in your thoughts? thinking about money? thinking about all of the areas lacking in your life? thinking about how you can become a happier person if, if, if...

we must be fully present, we must, with discipline listen to people when they talk, even if its nonsence, listen to sounds surrounding you...be where you are!

time is a matter of perspective, and location...there is no absolute time saying that you must perform such and such task at this age...so why ...are we still so ridgitly attached to a model of linear time?

a wise man once told me that sometimes you have to zig zag to get to where your going, but of course! just like a hurricane moves as a 3 dimensional body gaining and losing energy...we too occupy three diminsons and move from high pressure to low...hot waters and cold...that is our fun to have.

a day like today

I woke up and a soft pink hue was the first thing I took in. the pink sarong i bought in zanzibar is draped across my window creating the illusion of simple beach life...i am warmed by my feather duvet, the first and last thing I ever ordered from sears catalog...i stretch my body up and my day happily begins...a fresh morning full of sunshine, full of possibilities. I walk up stairs and my poor old dog peed on the floor again, although in better location than his usual on the hard wood floors, so i took it as a bit of a bonus...precious morning isn't ruined, so i made some coffee, had breakfast, and begun my work...at the kitchen table. best work ever. anyways, finished up with work by noon and took my beeeeutiful sister to the university to show her around. it was very special showing her where her classes would be...short cuts...the library...the coffee shop, etcetc. what a blessing it is to have a younger sister who i am so proud of. after we sorted her out we had a delicious lunch. i spent my afternoon on my bike, around a mountain and along side a lake...under the sun...and on top of the world...it has almost been a year since i left for zambia...and i am so amazed at the passing of time, the rush of adventure...and the sincerity of waking up in my bed, knowing that my family is in the very same house. no matter how insane i can feel at times, there is no place like home. and there is no other island as comforting as ours.