June 23, 2006

  • It’s the second full day of summer and arguably still a match to being the longest day of the year.  This is, of course, the time of Midsummer that Shakespeare immortalized.


     


    There have been wicked storms here on the North Coast for the last three days and nights.  The weather has broken open for the better now, however, and the sun in shine is reaffirming its preeminence.  I thus decided to spend the late afternoon and evening outdoors engaging in some rewarding activities 


     


    Just finished running 7 miles in Dreamland.  I’m sweating like a hound that’s been chasing its tail around and around and around out in the noonday sun.  Haven’t sweated like that since I was in Scottsdale, AZ ten days again.  It feels good to be back to a sense of heat.


     


    I’ve been feeling naughty and not feeling all so nice lately.  Certainly is due to the fact that I’ve been relying on externalities and projections for a sense of fulfillment rather than finding my own decency and worth in my own heart and soul.  Change.  Change does come.  Ever-change, never-end.  Time, as Thomas Merton once suggested, to sink my roots and not shake my branches so much. 


     


    So I prepare to grow deeper, more studious, meditative, and intuitive,  Should the psychic winds of warpdom whip at me I shall not become alarmed.  I prepare to achieve all that I can imagine.  Yet I will guard against letting my imagination run amuck casting havoc recklessly about.   I prepare to come to full but not closing terms with my inescapable mortality.  And thus I will let trees of Dreamland speak to me and whisper how ephemeral indeed I am. 

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