sǝuoſ ǝuıɥsunS | notebook, journal, inter-web log

I’m not sure what it means to be truly liberated. Having long been a man who will naturally resonate with someone’s pain before being anything close to capable of approaching real joy or remaining in the presence of true happiness I work up this morning almost entirely changed.

I stood in the kitchen, making my morning debut — stark naked, fresh from dreams, switching on the espresso machine and glancing out the window at the buddhists looking in at me — and grinned at the bright sunlight outside. Lighter, loved, and beloved. Kind and calm, the world whispers sweetly into the tiny hairs on my ears and says simply “yes.”

Blessed with friendships too many to think possible, music… always music… and motion, dance, film, photographs, and a sea of run-on sentences for your pleasure and mine. I am not interested in pain, though I am touched by beauty, and moved with empathy, I do not wish to drink from the well, nor hurl myself into the canyon below. Today, markedly unlike other days in this mind set, I choose life, and say yes to love, to partnership, to laughter, to tenderness, and this path I have suddenly discovered I am already walking.

Thank you. Thank you for my blessings too many to mention. From the birds, the beautiful lights, the laughter of children in the garden across the street, a light and silly conversation with my mother, an after hours message for my sister, the work at my fingertips, and the blessings which they produce.

I am in your loving debt. And gladly remain at your service.