33rd Post August 2006

Monday, August 07, 2006

Air raid sirens and the gift life is
Current mood: creative
Category: Religion and Philosophy


Its Monday morning. And there is a glittery wind on the air today that has a cool Fall-ness to it, a feeling I dont remember sensing since last year during Fall, or maybe even since the year before.

(Seasons are beautiful but hard to appreciate and recognize when you think you are so very lonely.)

But I am not lonely now, I am full of love and in love. I am surrounded by friends and families and I feel wiser than I have eer before. My heart feels so absolutely filled with love and riches of love. Its the best year Ive had since I cant remember. But I do gratefuletize them all, all these years I have been alive.



I am so grateful to know such deep beauty in my life. It runs like blood in everyone and everything I am involved with. I am so grateful to be myself, to have loved the people and the things I have chosen to love. New, and old, historic and monumental, trivial and whimsical.

The arts of traveling, of music and of singing, once- of acting, of children and of optimism. To have seen the giant cities I have seen, to know the country of pine trees and forest so personally.



In all this beauty, though, I feel something else, a premonition, these days. Perhaps its the duality of life. I keep thinking about what World War 2 was really like, being there in cities, bombs falling. I keep thinking about 9-11 and being there, in NYC, and how I thought that would be the most horrific thing I witness in my lifetime.

I just want to be the most aware of what matters, in the moment, in God's eyes, in my heart, in my freedom, and for the freedom of all people. I just don't want to forget these things and act carefree to the point that is oblivion. I must have both a light and a heavy heart for this beautiful life. I must have both.