When in doubt, write…
The bells of 6 PM have barely quieted in the air, and the fall light dim against the blue sky, our new partner, a budding young naturopath student is out in traffic collecting groceries (which are a few days behind), and dinner (which has been pushed by the urgent medical disruptions of the day — not the painful kind, just the inconvenient.)
My mind flits across the computer screen, calendar, to do list, correspondence, news, projects open and waiting for next actions… Nothing seems quite right for this hour of the day, on this particular day.
A few moments distraction as the collective artworks of novice users engaging the AI scroll past… Architecture, tarot, seascapes, and my own musings on a forest pathway (not quite) à la Andy Goldsworthy.
Nothing more on the to do list will be done today. Foraging, training, clerical business having to do with public benefits for medical sport, these will have to be enough for now.
And then it strikes me, when in doubt, write something…
A new colleague from Project Apollo, Patricia, has invited me to join her for a dialogue on her prodigious podcast, The Transitions Project. The subject of “transitions,” therefore lingers light in the mind, like mist rising from the early morning river.
Patricia asked me to reflect, “on which transition in your life would you most like to discuss?”
Which one indeed… There is transition at the global scale, which holds my attention regularly; a recently globalized species struggling to find its new identity, and I just one member in that wondering super organism. There is transition at the acutely personal, our new partner, mentioned above, in the thick of training today, transitioning someone into the intimacies of caring for my body.
Throw a dart, hit a transition. Each like flowers in the forest, unique and intricate in its own way. And then there is the mind, which seeks to realize each present transition, often characterized by aversion to the state, and desire for some next resolution.
This constant looking to the future… Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Nearly been waiting, nearly done preparing, nearly done the task, “almost perfect, just one more thing…”
Each moment, filled with perfect stillness, alive with vital fullness, and what is this transition, is it essential self, or passing illusion, or both, or neither, or only ineffable?
Patricia has been leaning into this subject, inspired at least in part by her experience as a contractor of Lyme disease, and I’m looking forward to exploring the surface and depths of these questions that she quite insightfully terms “the messy middle,” to which I would add, “of being…”
McKinzi is back from foraging, the evening sky has faded from blue to misty gray, and my mouth is telling me dinner is imminent, so in doubt, I have written, and in having written, I shall now retire…
Many thanks for a peek through the kaleidoscope of your day.
much food for thought here....