Ain’t no joke.
Kicked my ass today! It’s so stinkin’ hot behind the counter and in the kitchen at Krakatoa. I love that crazy place, but it is starting to make me feel a little crazy. Next month is my two year anniversary working there! Time fliiies. I’m almost ready to spread my wings elsewhere.
Sitting by the ocean at night, watching the waves come and go. The moonlight disappear and reappear from behind clouds.
Peaceful, the world lays me down.
Have once again become my best companions. I am drawn in by their security of width and dimension, so comforting in shape alone. Their pages are familiar on my fingertips and I get the urge to flip those corners so badly at times I can hardly focus on the task at hand. Mentally this can be draining, as well as tiresome on the eyes, but there is something in my being that is pushing me forward into the depths of wisdom and understanding at such a rate I feel I can’t help but keep the reading light on.
I’ve been looking for signs in everything, and finding them.
Lately I’ve been sleeping heavy and having heavy dreams. Deep sleep. The kind of sleep where you wake up and you don’t remember dreaming about anything or ever having moved once. Then throughout the day your dreams start to trickle into your conscious mind and when you go to make your bed you realize you turned the comforter fully over and around at some point during the night. Deep sleep. My dreams, as I remember them, are neither frightening or unusual but they are all revolving around intense and serious subject matter. I’ve always been interested in dreams and their role in our human psyche, especially when there is a significant shift in the types of dreams a person is having, etc. I’d like to understand this further.
and when the fish are caught, the trap is forgotten.
The purpose of a rabbit snare is to catch rabbits.
When the rabbits are caught, the snare is forgotten.
The purpose of words is to convey ideas.
When the ideas are grasped, the words are forgotten.
Where can I find a man who has forgotten words?
He is the one I would like to talk to.” —Chuang Tzu
The foundation of my bodily existence.
It wears me out with work and duties,
It gives me rest in old age,
It gives me peace in death.
For the one who supplied me with what I needed in life
Will also give me what I need in death.” —Chaung Tzu