Day 436: Young Buck

I got to chat with Lilley Harvey and her long baby today. Tulsi looks different every time I see her. She looked fuller and more grown-up today. You can't really say that about a six-week-old, can you, but she did. Lilley fuels me. I hope I fuel her too. 

I seem to be sitting in the WAR section of the library. Behind me, it's all spiritual texts, but the tables were full so here I am. I've just been joined at a table by a new person, so I'm assuming there are still no spaces. There's a book called 'J'ai serré la main du diable', literally translated as 'I shook hands with the devil', though the English title is slightly different. A little dramatic, I think, and unlikely to be true. You never know, though.

Big thankings to William 'The Young Buck' Steele for some sound advice, with his usual vibrant energy and 'get in there' vibe. Another little thing... the boy who has come to join me on my table is wearing cologne. In my world, that's nearly always a good thing. I like that I can smell it in wafts. It's a reassuring kind of smell, and enlivening. And better than badly washed boy smell, which is more what seems to prevail in UK libraries. That and old urine (no gender specification). 

And for the sun... the hot, persistent

sun. It's getting in there, pushing on through. Beating the clouds. Even though the sky is full of them, the sun is winning. 

Today, I also like this: This Is Water. It made me think about mindfulness and choice and the difference between accepting our perceived reality as 'it', 'the way things are' or as some kind of truth and questioning them. For me, it's not about the content of what you might change it for, more a the act of questioning your reality at all, of becoming present with what you're perceiving and asking yourself if it's the only way or not. The answer has to be no. Nothing is ever 'the only way', but I find myself thinking so often that my reality IS true, IS final (ha ha haaa... nothing EVER stays the same... how can anything be complete, final or fixed? Even in death, we know our bodies continue to change. We don't know about the rest of us because our conscious mind bouffs, so it's hard to report back). 
http://vimeo.com/65576562 (David Foster Wallace)

Aaaanyway. Enjoy this. Ignore the bits that don't speak to you, and enjoy the one(s) that do. Love.xx