Category: other

It occurs to me that I failed to mention anything about the day’s meaning…a day to truly see all the wonders we have and to appreciate them.

I spent the morning and early afternoon with my mother, youngest sister, daughter, and grandfather. We had a simple turkey and dressing dinner and just talked about all sorts of things. Then I took my daughter back to her mother’s so she could spend some of the day with the other half of her family.

The afternoon was spent with my best friend and his girlfriend on the road to Petit Jean State Park in Arkansas. We got there around 9-ish that night and sat around with his family and just visited for a while. This is about the only time I get to see them so we have plenty of catching up to do. Then it was time to sit by the campfire and just enjoy being with friends, family, and nature.

There is someone I wish could have shared in the entire day with me. I think days like that should be spent with those closest to our hearts. She couldn’t be there, but she was constantly in my thoughts. I’m pretty sure she thought about me once or twice as well. I do have hopes in the direction of her joining me for future holidays…I’m certain she’d get along well with everyone and there’d be lots we could talk about…art, music, technology, movies, humor…the list is extensive. But I digress.

Thanksgiving was a busy day. Hectic and frantic describe several portions of the day. It was a good day, though. I spent it with most of my family and most of the people I care about. I hope everyone else was as lucky.

Another beautiful day from my point of view. Overcast. The light is soft and burns not my eyes. It puts me in a…not melancholy, but rather a calm, peaceful frame of mind. For me, this would be a great day to sit back and cuddle while listening to some easy music. Talking would certainly be an option, but there are points when words are unnecessary and merely clutter a moment.

“Do or do not, there is no try.”

– Yoda

Sometimes I don’t do what I’m told. Surprising, isn’t it. I find it interesting how much I can get out of my old posts to understand my thoughts and feelings. Poetry and dreams seem to be conduits for the subconscious mind if you look at it from just the right angle.

Oh well, time to get to work for a few hours.

A monk asked Master Haryo “What is the way?”
Haryo said, “An open-eyed man falling into the well.”