I am peaceful and serene as I look out, unable to see the homes that I read were flooded when a water main broke. It seems the street is buckled , a street we use when Highway 1 is blocked. Hmmm!
It is a morning of gratitude.
We made a fire last night and lit candles and had heat. Heat is wonderful. Not too much, of course, but there is a certain amount that is restful and stimulating.
There is an advertising section in the Wall Street Journal for the HDTV. It shows a picture of the family gathered in front of a TV displaying a fire. The family holds marshmallows on sticks. The ad proclaims, "High-Definition TV is the digital fireplace - the new focal point of your living room or family room. While the warmth of a crackling fire has undeniable charm, HDTVs promise to entertain you and your family all year long, in increasingly varied ways."
One might ask how a TV can make a promise, but you get the gist.
Having spent the last four days watching and listening to a "real" fire, I know that nothing equals that.
Hillary Clinton's display of emotion yesterday seems to invoke a great deal of comment. I watched it and felt it. This woman wants more than anything to be the first woman president. I haven't yet decided how I will vote, but I do believe this woman cares and feels she would make a difference. I don't yet understand why Kucinich was kept out of the ABC debates. I can't follow it all, and I was happy that Hillary let us feel the challenge of running for office. I felt it in my heart. I know hers was moist and soft. I don't know how I will vote, but I am grateful to feel what the candidates go through in seeking this office. It takes a courageous heart.
Scott Kaufmann in a letter to the editor of the Wall Street Journal offers this Zen quote as the answer to the pursuit of Happiness.
"The Master in the art of living makes little distinction between his work and his play, his labor and his leisure, his mind and his body, his education and his recreation, his love and his religion. He simply pursues his vision of excellence in everything he does, leaving others to determine whether he is at work or at play. To him, he is always doing both."
Our life is frittered away by detail. Simplify, simplify.
This seems especially appropriate today as I am increasingly aware of the wind and rain. It is clear that all can quickly blow or flood away. On the other hand, I am cozy and snug inside, so it is to balance safety and chaos, nature and control. We don't have much control and we do. Balance emptiness and form.
I have become comfortable reading a great deal of news on-line, so most likely consume less paper than in the past, and I am fascinated with this bit of news. It is from an article by Katharine Merow in Orion magazine. It seems paper is being made from poop.
"In 2000, Asawawibulkij devised a way to combine disposal of the elephant dung abounding in his native Thailand with protection of the gentle giants who produce it."
Cellulose fibers are extracted from the dung and made into notebooks, greeting cards and bookmarks. The profits from the sales go into feeding and caring for the elephants at the Thai Elephant Conservation Center.
How clever to realize that "a sizeable fraction of the plant material that goes in one end of a herbivore comes out the other with cellulose fibers little worse for wear."
I'm emailed this:
MY LIVING WILL
Last night my sister and I were sitting in the den and I said to her, 'I never want to live in a vegetative state, dependent on some machine and fluids from a bottle to keep me alive. That would be no quality of life at all, If that ever happens, just pull the plug.' So she got up, unplugged the computer, and threw out my wine. She's such a bitch.