Yesterday I found myself looking up at some trapeze chairs wondering why I've never felt the need to climb onto a trapeze and swing.
I realized that the spinning of the earth is spinning enough for me. Pausing to think about that, I can become dizzy.
I am entranced with what appears to be the movement of the sun, and the slide across the sky of the moon.
I drove back from the East Bay last night and where last week the sun was shining right in my eyes, this week there was a golden glow behind Mt. Tam, and then, the full moon rising over the bay. Oh, my!
The house was an oven so we slept outside and the moon was so bright, it was hard to sleep. All my cells seem awake, stimulated.
When I was a child I stood outside one day and looked up at the sky, feeling how I was part of something bigger and also how universes dwell in me. I could feel my place between.
I read the news and the posts and I know there is much to dismay in this world today and yet again I feel it must be that we are meant to embrace that each cell feels joy and fear. Life is an ebb and flow.
This foggy summer means the fire danger is down and yet there was a fire near Stinson Beach yesterday. Each day I look up at the trees knowing this moment, this moment, and I don't know what comes next but this moment is so rich it almost makes me sick. Perhaps that is because there are no guarantees. This moment is it.
We've been watching Mad Men. It is a look back, and yes, we had dreams, and here we are. May we each pluck the fruit of peace and find ways to balance, embrace, and perhaps even accept, the fear and uncertainty, each moment, each day.
