The theme of my days is contentment. I am at peace. I don't find much to write in this place of content, containment. I feel cradled and full. I have been reading Temple Grandin and she speaks of an animal's need to seek. Perhaps seeking is balanced for me right now. I feel alive, alert, awake, curious, and content, open to what now presents. Perhaps it is trust. I trust the world right now to give me what I need.
Yesterday I attended a party in SF, at a lovely park near Stern Grove, the day of the Bay to Breakers, a day I would normally not consider driving in the city but I got up early and drove south to Pacifica, a place I've often driven by but never stopped. I took one exit and there was no place to eat, but the next one looked promising. I parked and walked one block to the ocean and there was a restaurant opening for breakfast just as I walked up at 8:00. I was seated by the window with an ocean view. I was the only non-local. Everyone else had their morning Sunday table. I walked about and sat on a bench carved from a log. There was one surfer. The waves were small. It was then easy to approach the city from the south and I enjoyed a wonderful party and drove home along the coast where there were still a few revelers. I passed a group of Smurfs in white tights, tops, and hats, their blue paint a bit smudged and there was a butterfly and a few others but all was quiet. The fog was in, the day cool and subdued and today is gray with the promise of rain.
I read of the majesty of trees, of what we can learn from trees and look out on the redwood that graces my yard. I look around, this moment, enough, this moment, content.