Indiana and watch the leaves turn all hues of warm
and hear them crinkling under
my feet as I walk down the asphalt driveway my dad paved,
back to the A-frame my dad built, and watch the stream come alive
over the stones and fossils and water
I learned about the importance of good traction on the soles of
shoes when I was a young child. My older brother taught me. He told me one time
that my kangaroos shoes were good because they had good traction and I listened.
Because I looked up to him...
My mom taught me about unconditional Love. I
don't know of a higher teaching. I've struggled to find it outside my parents'
home. My dad taught me Love too and he showed me how to work hard for the ones
you Love. No matter what just keep working for the ones you Love...
discernment from my lovers - if you could call them that. I'm not sure I ever
called them that. I don't know why I am now. But anyway, discernment, it's a
good thing... Like traction.
This is really the perfect Autumn weather.
Sunny blue skies. Crisp mountain cool air. The kind of day to rollerskate
outside on the concrete... like I did today. Moving out. Moving in. And my last
day here, rollerskating on the concrete outside the garage in the home where I
lived with the pheasants and owls and goats and the black spiders that weren't
widows... You don't need traction with roller skates.
It's a good day. And
now I'm going to babysit two kids that live in a beautiful place further up the
mountain. We make jewelry together. And play on the tire swing. And look down
over the clouds over Maui.
And earlier today I passed a Buddhist monk in the
grocery store. Driving home I was craving simplicity, peace and clarity. I think
I could be a Buddhist monk and give up possessions and attachment to the world.
That is, if I didn't have children in this life. I'm not as good at thinking
about the future as I used to be. Or maybe as bad. But there is some future that
has to be thought of when you have children. Like wanting humanity to, well,
evolve. I'd say survive but what's the use in survival if we're not evolving
And I think of the past and the soles of my shoes. And running
fast. And now in this Autumn breeze I crave tranquility... and good traction...