a girl like you #2

Life is interesting. I wrote in my Morning Pages the other day that I should feel lonely and I don’t. I was called to speak at one of ‘those meetings’ last Monday night and I said I’ve been in San Luis Obispo more than four months now and I’ve spent way more time with cows than with people. It got laughs but I didn’t say it for laughs. The grass is green, the hills are brown, I hang with cows.

Talk about flowers bloom on a withered tree. Talk about show don’t tell. Like, who needs words? I call her Angelina.

I do have a job around and interacting with lots of people, I do go to a couple of ‘those meetings,’ I do go to Starbucks nearly every day and feel joy from and offer joy back to a bunch of baristas with whom I’ve become quite close, in a coffee shop way.

The fact is, this Friday, mostly I feel called by the hills and mountains with their trails, and the woods and the beach in Avila, and my practice, which holds the coffees and cows and hillsides and vultures and scheduled people and my daily scribbles and all the lonesome minutes and hours and afternoons.

I can report, though, that Jorge, the only person I consider a friend at the Y, asked me Tuesday if I wanted to meet up and get a coffee Sunday. I said ‘Yes’ and that’s the plan, and I guess even at 76 practicing patience is simply little by slow.