At some given point today...

I thought about writing something about something, then the thought slipped out of sight, and who knows where, perhaps it stopped at a pub in Dublin, or a smoke joint in Amsterdam, anyway, all I can say with certitude is that, by the time it returned home whatever clarity it may have shown at conception was, to simply put it, missing.

So, here I stand, mind blinded by a thick fog of uncertain texture, my surroundings, although familiar, barely recognizable, as if some all-encompassing wave of transformation, and here I'm picturing one of tsunami-like proportions, is about to sweep through all that is, somewhat like a cataclysm of irreversible consequences, and somewhat like a brutally batched-up ending that is spewed in great hurry to precede the shocking blankness of a peacefully white page.

Life is a strange thing, and feel free to substitute thing with riddle, game, play, dance, journey, or whatever other word you believe is more appropriate to your own liking.

And I almost forgot, Be well and, I'd say, learn to bodysurf before the big one catches you unaware

Lost indeed.

So much to do...

So little time, and even worst, no clearly palpable incentive, as if every meaningful outcome worth pursuing must belong to the same sphere of abstractions.

I am twitchy, a bit edgy, less than calm, straying away from my center, lacking in inner-balance. I'm a palm tree in Cuba on some hurricane-blessed-day. I'm too many desires and dreams competing for center stage. Among them, a great aching for achieving a truer meditative state of being. Thus far, I'm failing, and a thousand times isn't a charm.

But, I do not despair. Au contraire, I go back, and throw myself on that round pillow, today, maybe today, Grace will be mine to taste, or maybe not. Didn't that wise beyond wisdom teacher, and by the same token incurable jokester, say, at a moment of great inspiration, 'It is in the journey that the gift resides'? Or something close to that?

Anyway, here I am, today, extending an invitation to all those who might come across this page lost in a sea of pages, to join me once a month, on a new moon day, at 1:00 p.m. Central time, for a three minute session of silent meditation, (no need to sit, although that would be nice,) toward Universal Harmony -which I think includes World Peace.

This might just help me get this meditation thing under the belt -and I am not sure what that means, but it sounds '80s hip.

Otherwise, all is well under the starlit globe of ours, with Obama in charge and all.

Be well and strive for centeredness -if you feel like being centered that is, and yes, I know some sticklers out there will raise an eyebrow, or two, each, before pointing their accusatory fingers, and declaring with great gravity that centeredness is not a real word. Yet, I dare.

Still inside the hurricane.

At times...

life, like an unsuspected undertow, pulls us into the most unpredictably frightening of situations, and what do we? I don't know about you, but I tend to waiver between panicking and being completely unfazed by the whole ordeal.

I rarely choose how my reaction will be. There are moments were, to my surprise, I act as the wisest of grown-ups would, and there are others, when, well, I just wing it, thrashing about, without poise, without aim, responding to whatever is coming, as if channeling a great fool of majestic proportions.

Anyway, above, the heavens are spinning, as usual, nothing new in that department. Meanwhile, within the confines of our kind-of-blue planetary atmospheric shell, we go between being and doing, leaving behind our expressive dances and circumnavigations infinite renditions of whatever life is supposed to be.

So be well, whatever you are, whatever you do...

One among many

The Pacific...

held me from the internet, but today, I am back, in Madison, cold, chilly Madison, and what a wonderful thing it is to back home, where vegetables and fruits abound despite the negative temperatures we've been experiencing up here.

Anyway, today is a special day, and I am glad to be able to start it exactly where I happen to be. All is beyond perfection, even within the greatest of imperfections. Today, is a bright new day, New Moon in Aquarius, an Annular solar eclipse, and the first day of the lunar Chinese year -Year of the Ox, and I was born on a similar year, so it is even more special for me.

No better way to start than with an Aquarian footing. So, let us enjoy whatever blessings shall come our way from here on, and believe me, there will be more than anyone could wish for. The water bearer is pouring his gifts, abundantly, in the spirit of universal expansion -whatever that may mean...

The hardest thing for me is to truly believe what I believe, to act as I should, to understand what I claim to understand, to be positive in the face of adversity, to be strong when uncertainty hits... why is it so? I truly don't know. Yet, I try, stumbling my way through the haze of all the couldbes and oughtobes...

Be well, live every moment as if it is your last, celebrate and rejoice.

A wandering soul

Writing...

What about it? It's too cold, and, anyway, I've been awfully busy, building my version of the pyramids -from scratch, of course. And as Pharaoh -I'm picturing Yul Brenner here- would have said, oozing with self-confidence and bold charisma, "Let it be written."

Be as you please.

A handful of beach sand buried underneath eight inches of snow...

P.S: If there is something I cannot relate to, not that I deny its relevance in shaping many social issues, all throughout history, it is, most certainly, the racial divide, and I ask myself, "Does it really matter what color is our soon-to-be president's skin?" I guess to some people, according to the Media, it does a whole lot. But I'm thinking about it -really.

Making it to work...

Was a highly interesting adventure, and cold with that. Just let it be known that if I could I allow myself to be transported from point A to point B without risking my toes in the process, I would be all about signing whatever is left of my soul to the devil. Bad circulation, that's what I have going against me, in this lovely wintry weather, with temperatures going downward, below the zero degrees Fahrenheit threshold -basically, moving the wrong way, unless you're into wearing space suits and carrying freshly hard-boiled eggs, from 'Home sweet Home,' all the way to your place of work.

Now, be well -as for those of you who have no idea what cold means, because you happen to live to close to Beelzebub, what can I say? Enjoy yourselves. Meanwhile, I'll meditate on my circumstances...

A frost-shocked Mediterranean.

P.S: This is my fifth winter in Madison, and in a way, I'm getting used to it. Ha!

Planets dancing...

and life as we know it is reshaped, a soft sheet pulled hither and tither, by the restlessness of a heavy sleeper, by forces too large to comprehend, let alone resist. Meanwhile, we try our best, moving through ever-changing landscapes, scarabs in a Mauritanean desert, handling our uncertainties, fears and dreams, to the best of our abilities, one step at a time, for we are blessed, ever since creation brought our kind into being, blessed with a tragic inclination, born so small, with dreams of infinite proportions -no wonder we thrive on drama...

Be well and remember that Mercury will start moving backwards today among other things.

Life is too short, or too long depending on how busy and engaged one is, whichever the case, it's worth the drama, if we follow our dreams -I think, but don't take my words for it.

Parking...

is such an adventurous activity in Madison, especially as one gets closer to the campus and Downtown area. Take my case for example; suffice it to say that, in less than two months, I was awarded two parking tickets, amounting, in their sum, to the exact amount I was planning on donating to the Madison Police Department for doing such a great job at keeping our streets safe -so there you have, isn't this universe of ours a perfect place, unless you insist on looking at the Israeli-Palestinian conflict, or any other tragedy that seems to be hovering over the heads of some of our keen and kind?

Often we forget, how small this world of ours, this grain in a black sea of unknowns we all happen to be stuck in, actually is. But, and like the wise teacher might have said, "Size doesn't matter." After all, when one thinks about this whole depressing business from a more optimistic vintage point, we are as large, mysterious and full of surprises, as the universe continues to be.

So small or large, let us rejoice. Let us remember those who suffer in what seems to be such distant locations it is often hard to relate to their pain. Let us pray for their happiness. Let us wish them as much as goodness as we wish ourselves and those we are blessed to feel true love for. Let us be One -at least in thought, at least feeling, if not in action.

Don't ask me why I'm writing this, it's just how I feel tonight. Now is now. Tomorrow, who knows?

Be well, be good, be naughty, be playful, be kind, be yourself.

So much to say, so much to do... What makes us dream? What makes us hope? I wonder.

Distractions...

Appear under different names, and I have been caught in a strong undercurrent of busy-ness. For over a week now, I've juggling too many projects at once, and procrastination keeps on creeping in. Meanwhile, here I am, running on caffeine and a burning desire to see concrete results, something to justify all this commitment and work that I've been throwing at fate's feet. Too much going on, and not much to show for it, that's how I see it, and I'm too close to burn-out, and there's still the Macbook to figure out, writing to get back to, and so much, so much more...

So be well, and stay active, it's supposed to be good for your health and longevity.

Stressed by calm.