I just finished taking a look at my numbers. To start with they weren't too bad, and then there was a big, gaping blank spot. I didn't stop doing but I stopped recording, so really, I don't have any accurate record of the last while. Or perhaps the big blank spot is a little too accurate. Huh.
Sifu Brinker didn't say anything last Saturday that I have never heard before. Nothing I didn't already know for myself, but this time something twanged in my head. Something got in there and has been bouncing around since Saturday, and even the fog that dropped when I drove away hasn't completely smothered it. Nothing specific, but for some reason I heard him this time whereas every other time I "heard" him without letting anything stick. As he says, we're all feeling warm and ambitious as the time. Then you leave, and everything gets lost again in the ether by the time you arrive home.
Well, I'm recording again. The numbers are creeping again, although now they look less enthusiastic and overly realistic. I have to invest in a fitbit or misfit or something along those lines again otherwise I'll never accurately measure my miles. I have to remind myself to drink that water again. I have to be mindful of when I do sit ups with the kids classes again. Again again again.
Hopefully the fog stays thin enough. Again.
Tuesday, August 23, 2016
Monday, August 15, 2016
Meteors
A few nights ago I couldn't sleep, so I go up and wandered outside. I started watching the meteor shower, saw the short lived streaks of light fading into non existence. Saw the stars behind them continue their glowing presence. It was beautiful.
Sometimes, remembering our insignificance in the grand cosmos can be daunting. When you look up and come to grips with exactly how much is above us and all around us that we cannot see or touch. Sometimes its depressing. That night however, it was comforting. That everything comes and goes just as quickly and just as brightly as those meteors. Just how quickly or brightly depends on the meteor. But the world never stops spinning, continues on anyways. I find that comforting.
Sometimes, remembering our insignificance in the grand cosmos can be daunting. When you look up and come to grips with exactly how much is above us and all around us that we cannot see or touch. Sometimes its depressing. That night however, it was comforting. That everything comes and goes just as quickly and just as brightly as those meteors. Just how quickly or brightly depends on the meteor. But the world never stops spinning, continues on anyways. I find that comforting.
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