The Day of Change and Peace

Today was one of great change and peace for me.

I awoke realizing I had nothing to do, and not only nothing to do, but would try to enjoy the "nothing to do" energy instead of feeling 21st century, humanoid guilt about it.

Why must we always be put into a position of feeling we need to have something to do, by others, by societal screwed-up robotic thinking? It may be true that having nothing to do, for 6 months or 6 years, would speak volumes about your/my psychoses, which would require one of us, or hey, both of us to head into some jelly-fish infested waters, on water skis (once painfully experienced near Yorktown, Virginia), or climb up into Nepal, during an ice-storm, in order to shake our lethargy from consciousness, and realize that our reality is incredible if we challenge our hearts or ignore the screams of those who are stuck in fear.

However, in my defense, the past 7 years my life has been spent willfully tied in to someone else's time clock. Today, I am able to smile at the bunny in my yard at 830 am, while I am still wearing my comfortable yoga pants and my UC Berkeley sweatshirt.

I am not in my work clothes, today, since I left my technical publishing job yesterday. As an artist, I have declared that yoga pants and french cotton t-shirts will be my writer's uniform, from this point forward, and no longer will I require, of myself, to be en-clothed in a politically-correct wardrobe, for the non-artistic workplace, such as a military base. So, first official management decision, for my new life is now signed into law. Only regret is that I should have grandfathered-it into use years ago.

Today is the first day of the search for the words to fill a 300 page book, which will be completed and sent to book agent by August 3, 2010.

Of course there will be interrupts, by life's surprises, while writing and researching the book, however, I am not tied to an unfamiliar and unknown work meister or military-industrial complex general's demands, as of 12:01 a.m. today.

Don't get me wrong, it was a great job since I knew what I was doing and doing it well. I explored and wrote about high-level architecture designs for software, which for some reason, I just had a knack at understanding. However, even I know when the time has come to take on new challenges, like learning new words, so that my spirit soars and the heart is fed.

As I rode around the planet, over the years, I spent lots of energy seeking mystics, healers and gurus and saints, to see if they were what people thought they were or would spend time exploring their energy, picking their brains, or sometimes delighting in the pure joy of seeing them face-to-face.

Always canoeing my energy into places, one might not normally go, helped me to learn things about myself and others, and sometimes even fall into the arms of some lovely man who I would never stay with forever, but, for a time, our relationship became a classroom in learning about caring, trust, and love.


There were other times,such as one day in Calcutta, when I walked into the middle of a Communist take-over, (Calcutta had a communist government then) and had to be escorted out to the airport by a tank, with a group of freaked out tourists, who thought they were going to be blown to bits. (After flying off a 50 foot hight, ice covered cliff in the Pennsylvania mountains, on a toboggan, and living to tell about it now, a tank with a cannon aimed at me, while sitting on a warm bus, is relatively safe place to be for me.).

The bus vs. the tank was tense, for sure, like all tense moments in life, which is why they are called tense moments. Then the stress ended after I was pushed through the airport, out onto the tarmac, at 3a.m and thrown on a plane to Bangalore, with, of course, the same group of frightened tourists.

At that point I would have loved a bowl of oatmeal or a mai-tai, since the tourists were more draining of my energy, then the Calcutta police and Indian Army, that night.

So, it appears I have some stories to tell, although telling them will involve lots of soul searching and, of course, lots of Mate and blueberry tea.

Getting unplugged from the old pattern will take about 3 days, and since the dark of the moon period, starts today and lasts for the next 3, it is a great time to meditate, cogitate, and resolve what I shall do with my time that will lend sustenance and peace to this planet, I call home.

It is a time of transition for me and I am peacefully entering into it. Breathing out stress, Breathing in Peace will be my practice for the next few days. Maybe you should to, as this incredible time of transition, for all of us, in the universe has made itself known in all our lives. When I think of where I was 10 years ago and how much more I love myself now, to be able to not rush wildly into the past, because it is familiar, makes me happy.

I am throwing some things together tomorrow, and heading out to photograph the new nature and baby animals arising via spring energy. Maybe I shall head up into the Mt. Rainier Valley or up the Nisqually River to photograph the new eddy's formed by this winter's snowfall. Wherever I land with the cameras, it will be the right place, the beautiful place, the place of transition and peace.