December 7th, 2015


Light -

It's the time of year when we in the northern hemosphere celebrate the return of light.  It's 6:00 and still dark here, though I've been awake for hours.  There is movement in the night, energy.

Yesterday I was at Fort Mason enjoying a sensory awareness workshop, the SF bay, and the Farmer's Market.  Everything glistened in the rain and the light was tangible in its potency and stirring of taste in each cell.  I thought of taste buds.  Why are they called buds?  I looked them up on Wikipedia.  A drawing there allowed me to realize a tide pool fluorishes on my tongue.

Check it out:

Do I have taste buds everywhere?  Does my pelvis vibrate with buds sprouting, probing, testing, tasting, ingesting and sharing?  I hope so!  I love the light of December, the slant of vibrations as they dance.
Bald Eagle

Thought for the night -

Most of us are busy this time of year, more involvement, parties, time with friends.

Perhaps it is to also remember this:

The capacity to be alone is the capacity to love. It may look paradoxical to you, but it is not. It is an existential truth: only those people who are capable of being alone are capable of love, of sharing, of going into the deepest core of the other person—without possessing the other, without becoming dependent on the other, without reducing the other to a thing, and without becoming addicted to the other.