The sun is shining. I suppose it always is, but I see its affect in the blue sky and the lightness of the leaves. I haven't yet given it a direct look this morning but I feel its peer.
I am feeling warm, full, content. I spent yesterday checking out ways to publish, and finding publishers that I think will be interested in this book, and also discovering two agents that live nearby. There is always the question of self-publishing and I will check everything out first. It is a fascinatng exploration and the second half of the publishing journey. First you write and then you find a way to package and present. You go within and then come out.
The editor responded as I would have wished and now I just need to go in and tweak. I am trying to put myself in that place of the book so I can tweak unobtrusively so it means a return to that world and on a day when this one is particularly inviting and it always is.
I was sad to read that Kurt Vonnegut died and then I realized he was 84 and lived a rich life. I'm sure his travels are blessed.
So, to work. We have been invited to a wine tasting at Noonan's restaurant in Larkspur Landing so I have inspiration to spur and spin me on.
To Spring! How precious this day, each day!
When I came to email many years ago my computer aware son emphasized that nothing in email is private, to write everything knowing it was open access to all.
I read now that the White House has "lost" some important emails. My understanding is that even what has been deleted can often be recovered. I think we need to realize we are living in a monitored world. Everytime I walk into the grocery store I am recorded. My fastrak pass lets everyone know when I cross a bridge. Actually there is a GPS system in my car. Perhaps we used to believe we could hide, but I think the modern world is beginning to dismantle that thought.
My son told me that placing a photo of an eye next to a place where coffee was distributed on the honor system meant most people paid. We are perhaps more accountable when we think we are being watched.
Well, we are being watched.
In Rosen and other somatic practices, we say the body doesn't lie. It is so refreshing to know that. No lies - nothing to hide - what a lovely way to live. May it be so and may people begin to realize.
God may or may not be watching depending on your beliefs, but each of us knows inside what is true, and more and more we are being monitored from outside on what we do.
Take care and happy being recorded as you stroll through your day. I used to not like to have my picture taken because I believed like native peoples it might steal my soul away. Now, I am used to it. We are merging all the time in myriad ways. Pay attention. Your deeds are known and no matter what, we each have a conscience that pricks.
I wonder also which is more damning, the missing emails or the fact that they are now missing. It does not require complex thought to figure it out. I suppose it keeps them from jail, but jail is of our own making and doing things that mean you are constantly in fear of being found out does not seem like a graceful way to live.
Here is to grace, ease, and sun shining all the way through!
No matter the political, cultural, and historical repercussions of what China has done in building and providing train service from Beijing to Lhasa, it is a major engineering feat. The New Yorker this week has an article on it that is well-worth reading. The former Chinese premier Zhu Rongji has claimed it as "an unprecedented project in the history of mankind." It cost over $4.2 billion to build. That seems like a small number compared to what we spend in Iraq.
Alice Walker says, "This is the best time to be alive because there is so much work to do - so many poor to house and feed, so much opportunity for self-realization, the earth itself to be saved." She is interviewed in Shambhala Sun this month by David Swick.
She says, "Pain is a great teacher. You can work through pain and come to a place of peace when you accept that you will need to work as hard as you can. If you can be at rest with the fact that you will do your utmost under all circumstances, what else is there but peace?"
She says to believe in doing rather than trying.
"If you just try to do something, you're not really accomplishing anything. But if you resolve to do it, you accept that it is there for you to do and that you're perfectly capable of whatever it is. And of course there's no point in trying to do something you're incapable of. Then you use every conceivable atom, sinew, and instinct available to move whatever it is you're trying to move. There's a world of difference between that and simply trying to do something.
That is basically how I work. I think if I had started out simply with the idea that I was going to just try to make the life that I have made for myself - and the work that I have made for myself, and for my community and the world - it's very possible that I would not have accomplished very much. Instead, I simply set out to do it. And to do it incrementally, so that I could do just that amount that I was able to do each day.
It reminds me of what Ernest Hemingway used to tell people when they asked him how it is possible to write a novel. He would tell them that it's a matter of "across the river and into the trees." You resolve to get to the river, which is like the end of a chapter, and then, maybe in your dreams, you cross the river at night. Then, the next day, it's on into the trees. You do it in stages, rather than saying, "I'm going to just try to write the whole thing." You simply do what you can do today, and that's fine."
She uses heaven as a verb and pain to transform. Random House, her regular publisher, didn't know what to do with a political book infused with spirituality. Her latest book, We Are the Ones We Have Been Waiting For," is a companion for these times.