Outside The Cocoon

A few days of growth and perspective and sleeplessness, accidents and portents.  Final visit to the dentist for 2022, touring around the office, the AA wine a delight, and procrastinating on the cross as you prepare for days back before the Board that will set the stage for the future.  Choice of words while trying to do everything continues to frustrate the relationship and yield back to reconciliation and learning. How not to get riled by it, how to let these things too pass?  A constant education.

Sabbath today, the first effort to skip in favour of JWD, no bottle means a return and the stop at Shoppers results in an inevitable reckoning with a yellow post.  The how of it just incomprehensible, and yet the pop of the bumper back into place (for now) strangely satisfying.  The soothing of the young man as holy communion was taken, seeing similar faces and pondering the wind and shimmering leaves and time, not yet finding the thoughts or words for the creation of cuteness that now marks your days. 

And on that note, the random volume I find myself digesting with cold chicken this evening as the laundry spins and the family strolls, William Gibson on following his son to Spain for a course on meditation.  A slim collection of memories from a turn-of-the-year before you were born, reflecting in art and youth and fatherhood, and religious experience too.  Poignant reimaginings of realizing when his eldest boy was grown, reaching out through the years to indirectly counsel you to soak in it, as everyone has been saying.and also more generally to see life in the affirmative, the Dawn glow, the beautiful wonder.  

Worship creation in your own way.  Rested, attack the cross tomorrow with gusto.  It’s already all in your head, you just have to write it out and deliver it.  And then London.