Foray Into Visibility

The sun cheerfully pushes against a mist of unknown substance, to feed the plants below, and warm the people who are oozing thru the day. They seem to enjoy their work the way I used to love playing in mud puddles and sand piles, making lakes and castles and roads. Theirs are for real, though. Life is everywhere. leaves snoozing or gently bouncing. ants rushing like bustled victorians headed for a picnic. water rushes and gushes, pours and slides, to please and cool. Music faintly teases at the edge of the sense along with the scent of incense. The earth is red. It bleeds down the drain when you wash it off. everything is profuse, and willing. "We will do it," they say. "Whatever you hand us, we will try. and we will do it."

Even the plants have this attitude. They grow with determination. and peace in their role. It permeates. Peace in my role. no hurry.

I have only been here two days. Those are impressions.