Yesterday my mission was to deal with this problem of duality that has been a stumbling block for me. I believe it began more urgently when Palin was chosen, and I tried to wrap my mind around someone so incompetent being placed in the vice-presidential slot. I was angry for Hillary, and I went into quite an internal tirade. It was not pretty and I couldn't shake it. I read books on the brain, on the emotions. I tried, which as we know, is a stumbling block in itself. Yoda was wise. "Don't try, Luke, Do!"
Something shifted yesterday. I got in the car and drove to Stinson Beach. The fog was in, so I fortified with breakfast at the Parkside, one of my favorite breakfast spots. I had scrambled eggs with basil, avocado, tomato, and feta cheese, and homemade raisin-walnut toast, and chunks of potato, with a contantly re-filled cup of coffee.
Beautifully full, I rose and went to my car, decided to carry a small backpack not sure how far I would walk but wanting, on one hand paper and pen, and, on the other to clear my mind. I knew my mind was too full and that was part of the problem. I was an overflowing cup and not in a good way. I got to the beach and looked right and left, and decided to go north to Bolinas, so I put my shoes in my pack and walked in the water, which was warm, and walked to the end. It was a smooth sand day, no treasures, and that, too, felt right. No shells called to me, no sand dollars, or rocks, just water and sand, and mountains and sky.
Somewhere in that, everything fell away.