Finally, the fog has come back in. As I sit in my morning meditation the call and response of the near and distant foghorns are like cosmic singing bowls. For a while I indulge in a little movie that pops into my meditative state, of enormous foggy elephants in tutus dancing in the middle of the Bay, Alcatraz as their footstone and the Golden Gate a sweet hurdle. My imagination was honed by Disney, apparently, and I guess this will always be with me.
My first blog post in a month. Why haven’t I been writing? I mean to, and every day I think of it, every night I make a plan that the next day I will carve out some time, but I guess what happens is everything else. I’m so admiring of the folks who can be steady in their work, even and consistent. Even and consistent has never been my strength. I seem to work in bursts. I go to where the fire is, and I guess I’ve had a lot of other fires taking priority. I’m happy to come back to this blog, that I love to tend.