Gathering Thoughts
26 March 2008
When I woke up this morning, I thought of what little time I had and how much of the world I am destined to see. But I remembered reading in “The Miracle of Mindfulness”, by Thich Nhat Hanh, that once time is divided, much of it is lost. So I stand by my body, and recognize I have all the time in the world. And it’s only my thoughts that limit what I am able to see.
Abstract painting. Center form. Half lotus. Yin Yang on left. House in the mountains. Transparent. Zen Garden. Hard to paint rocks. But then again it’s abstract.
She is in New York.
Why is it I feel more comfortable holding a brush than I do when holding a pencil?
We played piano together. Not the greatest tune. But it may have very well been our souls dancing.
5 days, until I return. Still so much to do.
I’m pretty sure no one ever hears me. I talk even more.
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