How are you?
You’ve rarely written of late and I’m beginning to wonder if you are on you’re checklist also.
Are you well?
I like it when you stop by, your presence is important and greatly enjoyed.
Present and open, the exquisite machinery of the experience.
Suspending judgements, all out roads merge inward.
Face turned to the sensory rain.
Wide eyes and soul agape
Silence is a lesson learned from the many sufferings of life.
—Seneca, Thyestes, 309
Now and then it’s good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be happy.
Glassy skies and frosted everglades.. Candy store lights of Bariloche nights. Clean and present soul, shall I ever see such things again?
Wield your phenomena, Life. Go on and on for all days. Stay, last. Prolong this is my request.