Archives for 2015

When to turn the lights on.

Tempting as it is to turn on lights in the house when the dusky hint of dwindled day becomes apparent, there is an advantage to waiting a few extra minutes.

Do this concertedly and paying attention to every second extra of natural light – even lack of it.

There are things you will think, invent or remember at no other time.

You may invent a galaxy.

Dreaming along at the pace of change.

Over the swirling pattern of the cream atop the coffee, they hatched plans that had never been considered by anyone else under the sun.

It was fun.

Each person’s actions, even their ideas, are completely unique.

Some may seem the same, but when you get them under the microscope there are tens, then hundreds, then thousands of minor differences.

No robot no automation.

No human, no sensation.

Crazy about that.

Couldn’t think of anything to be more thrilled by, excited about or passionate for.

Now that is really the way to be every moment of every day.

That is, even when meditating over a ripe mango or mindfully seeing every window frame on every building you walk past.

Crazy about that.

Sane about it all.

From the steeple tip of the church flew a pair of socks, sidestepping in the strong wind.

They were orange and red, representing no country.

No shoes were nearby, but a crowd gathered below.

The next day a singer performed a classic blues song below the socks, while wearing shoes.

Although many noticed the socks and were interested in why they were adorning a high point of the church, none of them walked inside to ask.

It takes a certain appeal to attract an audience.

No signs to the best place to be.

You can follow signs, plot a route, read the directions and follow the lead.

Follow your own lead and you might just find the misty street in an ancient hilltop village, be invited into someone’s home for a local herb tea, and offered to marry anyone you choose in the village.

Now the marriage offer, it can happen, may not be the desirable outcome of self guided travel. But contrary to popular opinion, the only people who can say no to cloying, suffocating local customs are outsiders…visitors like you.

You have freedom.

And, you can travel!