POST 262 (DAY 272, Saturday, 2021.5.8)
... feel a bit lost these days.. my memory seems to be skipping a beat here and there.. yesterday morning i woke up absolutely positive that it was saturday.. i slowly started my morning, popped in my laundry at 630am and started cleaning my bunk.. then i went into an easy yoga session to stretch out my spine.. after hanging the laundry to dry, i thought "wow i have the whole day ahead of me.. i hadn't gotten up this early on a saturday in a while.. what should i do?--how about chiseling the hugel scaffolding to make it more accessible?--yes, that sounds super fun!.." this sounded really good to me as i continued my yoga.. then a knock at the bunkroom door.. 8:10am.. lara came by to inquire about why i had missed the morning meeting.. "we have meetings on saturday mornings now?" i asked confused.. "dude, its friday!"..
... sailing through the ocean.. the line of horizon is ahead and all the way around.. above this line is one shade of blue, and below is a darker shade of blue.. nothing in sight to call a landmark of any kind--just vast expanse of floaty blue.. i'm not sad.. these are just the colors of the ocean and sky.. i have my compass (values), and my map (vision), so i row on.. its definitely an interesting phase of the journey.. one which i never expected.. the level of discomfort/unfamiliarity is 4 out of 5.. still, there is peace yet in these waters.. “lost” doesn’t quite capture the feeling.. it’s maybe more like an unfamiliar feeling.. like new growth.. well, spring is the season..
... fasted breakfast every morning this week.. unintentionally.. it just felt right.. and i wasnt super hungry at lunch, so i'd eat small portions, then take a horizontal pose for 10-15 minutes.. for dinner, i ate something simple or small..
... after working a bit past to make up my tardiness, yesterday, i jogged up to the volcano and took pictures of flowers..
That one looks like Columbine (Aquilegia) to me.
The very tiny blueish flower I think is a forget-me-not (one of the many species of forget-me-nots, myosotis).
That's all I can tell you about the flowers in your photos.
"Also, just as you want men to do to you, do the same way to them" (Luke 6:31)
POST 263 (DAY 273, Sunday, 2021.5.9)
... been watching nba highlights and freestyle lyrics contests.. (and it really feeds my soul).. in a way they’re very similar because both have moments of improvisation under pressure with a larger audience, refined movements via continuous hours of focused practice.. in other words, the development of a habit over time became a skill (like learning to read).. this skill, then, develops its own increasing pace (from A, B, C, D, E, to chapters 1, 2, 3, to whole books in speed-read)..
A freestyle lyrics rapper usually battles one on one, but the game is usually about winning the crowd.. basketball is about team coordination on the court as well as personal accountability.. they say that the rappers of today are the Shakespearean poets of yesterday.. what are basketball stars?.. both, to me, are fascinating artisans that happen to feed my soul.. they make it all seem possible..
POST 264 (DAY 274, Monday, 2021.5.10)
... getting up early and starting the day felt really right for a while.. now all that feels right is getting up “on time”, which means “in time to get dressed and washed and out the door..” .. my morning ritual is changing.. after resisting the change for 5 or so weeks now, I’m leaning in, because I’m realizing that that’s what feels really right.. begin again, a new routine.. reestablish my reason for this season of morning routine..