Starbucks down the Road from Sonic’s HQ. I feel more Zen in all molecules and movements than I have in some time. From being honest with Self. You have to be, finally… about certain things. If you deny, or interpret it conveniently, then only more trouble compiles. I’m not going into specifics, and I don’t have to…. The specifics aren’t the intention of such a note… it’s the pattern, the habit, and practice. Diving into Zen practice, Zen ideology, and habit, mind, more than just some trendy mention of mindfulness, more than even me being here physically acknowledging certain realities, and behaviors. Knowing your Now entails so much beyond the Now itself… but what brought you here, to where you are, where you’ve been… why you’re doing what you’re doing, why you’ve done certain things and traveled in particular directions.
This morning, waking around 5:30 and heading here, to this same Starbucks where I’m not sitting and working and thinking about the past couple days…. Here I am, like this, in this sense and mind. A mind and way I love, where the Zen envelops me and teaches me about the directness of life, directions in one’s story…. There are choices, then there are circumstance possible given from some other being or force, or collective individualized intent.
Not sure what I’m writing, or even why I’m writing, but I know there’s a trajectory I want to avoid. For all sakes, for all pages. So, honesty. This Monday has tested me in certain arenas, then encouraged me in others. Realizing that there need be a shift with the ship. One step, I guess…. Sales Meeting in 1 hour, 11 min. Then class later. Then home.
One jolt in my world, anxiety… separation anxiety from my kids. Writing it makes me tear, but I know fortitude is the only electable echo and forward. Eating carrots with ranch, part of some lunch box that came with a sandwich, and a sparkling water. Collect, I tell myself. Wait for more connectedness from the day.. more instruction. Think about your kids… how you want them to see you, study your actions. Be deserving of study.
My age, and having these realizations. What does that mean. Where am I going. What more can I do. Well, I finally know. So no attaching self to past. No more in-place holes or ruts, stalls or cells. I’m here, I’m doing it… re-writing the character. Writing the entire story. Me, where I am and what I’m doing… knowing my Now and its entire composition. Sonic provides more composition, more than a platform but specific composition of a bridge to get me from one reality to another. What I put into circulation, how I treat my bones, veins, brain. Staying on the page, the first motion to line dividing sky and sea. Music.. all of it. I’ll make it all music, musical, a healing composition. No matter what happens next. Unafraid, eager, writing more, clear images and steps… a renewed beat and beauty in my promised truth-speak.