i can see clearly now
the stitches are gone. i briefly flirted with the idea of keeping one of the little blue threads for posterity's sake, but decided a couple of years (weeks? days?) from now, I'd forget and think it was just lint.
i've been taking a lot of reflection time lately, yet haven't actually been reflecting. i find myself with a lot of free time and, not sure what to do with it, i try to whittle away the hours figuring out life and times. i put on no pretenses that i have an idea of who i am, where i'm going, or what i'm doing. i DO know that i appear as if i do, but that's a different story. the strange thing is that I think about thinking about things, but never actually get to that point. i was absolutely delighted to find that one of my favorite 'just sit' spots was recently re-established; there used to be a pair of swings hanging from some trees overlooking scripps aquarium, downtown la jolla, and the vast pacific. sadly, someone cut them down a coupla years ago. so what a great surprise to find that one of them has been restrung (just one) and i can once again rock placidly while staring at the sun dipping into the ocean, and reflect on the fact that my head is not so much in the place for reflecting. It's at the same time peaceful and disturbing, falling right in line with these tumultuous times.