From 7/20/09

I am listening. My daily practice is just an act of listening. Seeing the leaf with dewdrops against the grain of deck board and snapping a photograph. Its being open to what is already there. 

From 7/18/09 Trip to Maine

Sitting in Boston Logan Public Transportation area now waiting for my Concord Trailways bus to Portland. There, I will reconnect with a kindergarten friend, then travel further to my family. 

I can smell the ocean!!! I saw it on the runway. Sailboats. White colonial houses. Definitely houses, not homes like Santa Fe adobe. 

I sat next to a flight attendant on my 2nd flight. At the end she said, "You slept the whole way!"

I know, I'm tired from this last week of intense play. There is so much to participate in I don't want to miss it.

Since my flight arrived early, I could make it all the way to Bangor, but I think I'm happy to stay in Portland tonight and travel those extra 4 hours tomorrow. 

The air feels so fresh, more humid and cool. 10 more minutes of waiting.

From 7/17

One of the most unexpectedly nice nights happened last night when my swedish, couch surfing friend, Otto came over and we slept under the stars and saw 10 shooting stars! Amazing how cool it gets at night in NM in July and how beneficial body warmth is. I'm fairly tired today though. The hyena sounding coyotes didn't keep quiet last night and Riley dog didn't miss a chance to bark at them. Now I'm in Albuquerque waiting on the front steps for a friend to get home.

Where is my poetry state of mind? 

There go the ants around my feet.

They were there this morning at 850 C Chamisa too.

Its fun to watch them going busily back and forth

With an intensity of seemingly aimless direction.

Back to last night. We took the couch cushions outside.

And the white down comforter.

And the soft, auburn agora blanket. 

Spread them out. 

And we told stories. What to tell about?

Talk about a time when you came close to death?

A time you fell in love while traveling?

The most memorable person you met on a trip?

And then we wound up on the topic of friends.

How sometimes the friendship stays,

and sometimes it fades afterwards.

How sometimes you feel that chemistry

and sometimes you don't.

How sometimes someone else loves you

And you don't love them back.

Or the other way around.

Before saying good night, he offered,

And remember, if you get cold, you can hug me.

Woke up in the middle of the night to being held

Coyotes yipping eerily, in the arroyo just to our right.

That surprise when someone touches you in the dark,

And you feel it an instant before you feel it.

Such a deep beauty in touch - platonic or romantic and

Sometimes, we don't enjoy it enough in this world.

This is the story from last night. 

Its good to have this time to write. Make the time for creativity and it will come. Create the space for peace and it will arrive. Be open for abundance, believe you are worthy, and it will appear. 

Drove so speedy down highway 25. To Arrive. Only to wait. Now I have this unexpected time to sit on the porch and write until my friend comes home to unlock the door.

From 7/4/09

Matt Costa on Pandora radio right now. Sun shining through my window. A cup of hot ginger tea and David Sedaris "When you are Engulfed by Flames" by my side. Happy Freedom Day. And I'm house sitting free to do as I please. Can I believe this is where I'm staying? It seems to come in waves, the eb and flow of abundance. I love the community of friends here. Sometimes I can be so reckless and risky. Sometimes I can go so fast. Its good to just be quiet and write in this big, beautiful home.

I am floating.

This music is carrying me

To the faraway nearby

Lying on a pillow on the floor

Of someone else's living room

On the Fourth of July

Someone else's stereo 

Feeding my Macbook Pro.

No signal states the T.V. Screen.

No signal is my signal is it?

Piano notes, wish I could play.

Not right now, but someday.

good morning

from 7/3/09

Look at the blue sky. So beautiful. A few little birds are hopping around the garden hose.

observation

I think partly why last summer was sooo rich and full was because I did not check my email and internet very often. I did not have it reliably at my house then. Now I do. I am going to make an effort never to have it be the first thing I habitually do in the morning. It burns a lot of minutes before I know it - and its not healthy when it becomes like that. I think meditation will be a better way to start the day.

house sitting

From 6/28

How am I here in this beautiful space? Quiet, except for trees rustling outside. In a huge room full of philosophical books, elegant furniture. I am sitting on a high southwestern bed commanded by a red/black/grey Pendleton wool blanket and 8 pillows. Fine art photography. A bathroom with new mexican style tile sink and walls. A basket of soaps from hotels around the planet. Warm, chestnut-toned vigas creaking with every sweep of wind. How am I here? I am unbelievably grateful to be here. It hardly seems real. Why the slight sadness? Is it because of the awareness of how ephemeral and fleeting this time is? Enjoy being here. There is nothing but the present moment. I'm excited to house sit for Ted and Wendy next week, a house to myself another time. I'm excited for my dad to visit. I am saying yes to life.