perspective

so, I am sitting down with a tall glass of water, a banana, Joni Mitchell's music, and the gathering thoughts from watching the Darjeeling Limited. What an epic tale, I recommend the journey, maybe not the short in the intro - an artsy 10 minutes that seems to just be a dare hoping for a laugh... but the whole movie had a lot of interesting things to say.
Anyway, so I have a history of love and affection for travel and the movie extended my recovery from my most recent trip out to Cali last week. I don't mind. The new faces and places really helped to get me out of my perspective that had become a bit more like tunnel vision as of late. Glad to lose those blinders and let the dreamer out for some play.
The other thing that I rubbed elbows with on the trip is my appreciation of the fine German automobile, Volkswagon. I have traveled a few miles in the VW bus and it has always been an attraction in itself to me. Anyone who has taken a true road trip in one will know what I mean. To sit in the back and look out toward the front of the vehicle gives the feeling of watching a movie of the world outside and the restful peace of some space on the inside. A great way to enjoy the asfault before escaping to the sweet outdoors. But lets not get too carried away into the wild...
Sometimes I think that life gets bogged down in the practical choices, the safe moves, and driving the same roads to work and back - predictable. Of course life can always throw a curve ball anytime but it just feels good to venture out into the not so familiar and let go of the securities. Maybe that is part of the appeal of traveling and the enjoyment in the DL movie.
So, I plot my cure to all of lifes troubles - the fast sell of my everyday car for the traveling van and a new route to work... if only it was that easy. The truth is that I drink water and eat a banana because I have a cold and Joni Mitchell was the next musician after Jeff Buckley. It is all so meaningful and spontaneous...

time

I find myself face to face with the aging of loved ones and yet locked in a numb state of mind, seemingly unable to comprehend the finality of life. Even those who are old want to feel better, no different than myself or the grommits.
I hear that living is in each moment and I suppose so is the end. Time seems to man-handle humanity in its constant step foward. At least no matter where I go, there I am.
I don't know if anyone can fully relate to time stopping but to experience it. Each day is another wonder land.

what moves me

Thinking about the ocean and the way the water moves me brings up many truths that I am experiencing. The control I have is so little and shows up when the waves start to build. Life is similiar when things are going my way on an easy road. The illusion of control settles in until things go wrong, mistakes are made, or karma is to blame. The few choices I can make are important in that they typically represent my heart and what I am living for. That matters because what I live for brings me to what is truly in control of my life.
There is someone who wants the best for me, tells me what paths to take, and what roads to keep away from. They hold a deep love for me as I am at this moment, and in fact they are love. They want me to take their direction because it leads to the best life ever. A life that is full like a jar of pure goodness: shaken, pressed down, and overflowing. That is someone is Jesus.

movement and journey

Water is rarely the true topic of conversation. The floaters that swirl in the bottom of the Evian bottle after the generous sharing with friends overshadow any hope of rejoice in the substance itself. The dive into a lake or a swim off the shore only bring about tales of mysterious green creatures rising from the depths or the fog of a churned up sea bottom. The thing that is fluid and alive with reaction, accepting all who venture in, somehow is avoided.
Hands down now and take a deep breathe for the tide is coming in. The ride is only a small part of the journey that is taking place.