just some stuff

I was holding this painting in my hands later last night. I’d brought it off a wall near the laundry machines Tuesday to bring into the Koan group – as the only thing I wanted to say – but the group fizzled away when Zoom broke. It’s true. So this flower’s been sitting on books, leaning against the wall in my room. I’d guess I created this into the world in 2019. Or it created me.

Again, it’s pretty much all of what I want to say this morning.

Except this:

Kristen and James and the kid. Probably 2021, maybe early 2022, me lucky enough to hang out with them in their San Marcos home a couple of times a week, and get paid for it. Wonderful humans.

This week it’s been about my, and no doubt your, senses – nose, eye, ear, fingertip caresses. Here, in my nine months shared with Kristen and James, it was all that and all that was always bathed with warm feeling. Really fine energy. Joy in the journey. We do what we set out to do. And its the doing that’s the coolest.

These things are what I talk about when I repeat what I’ve heard: I do my best living the right way and the world comes to fetch me.