So I stayed up all night writing about
prayer,
machine rights,
politics, and researching the local business news.
The idea of quantifying gratitude
by analyzing brain waves seems like a really interesting problem. It'd be like spiritual biofeedback -- I wonder if it's possible? Would
a cyborg be able to practice deeper than most people, and become more spiritual than a unenhanced person?
One of those was my
1000th post. Yay!
I took a much needed nap to recover from the shock, then rode to paradise.
Three miles up a path to the summit, very near the top, there's a small valley of pine trees with soft loamy earth and granite boulders every few feet. Surrounded by small granite bluffs, right in the middle is a pond about 300 yards wide, still and tranquil under the setting crescent moon. Wow. Just the composition and elements, neatly set together. It stunned me, I had no idea it was here, so close to home.
I padded from place to place on the dirt path, twisting through the boulders and trees, rushing like a kid in a candy store, each turn revealing more amazing sculpture. Crags and stumps, rising stone, a few bushes, large beds of pine needles. No art museum could ever come close! Weather composes things in a very balanced and cohesive way.
I so very much wanted to spend the night outside but had no sleeping bag. A fire might do, but at 8000 feet it almost freezes at night. I took some pictures then sat on a boulder, stared and wept. After the pink and purple sunset, I wandered back down the mountain, edging carefully in the dark. The creeks are low this time of year. There are spectacular little ponds like this scattered throughout the mountains, all over. Great places to take a nap. Amazing to explore.
Later, I'll definitely bring a sleeping bag and snorkeling gear and spend the whole day. My God we live in paradise!
After making some Indian curried chicken and rice, I wrote a love letter to a woman who teaches at the yoga center. She has a real warmth and closeness about her, a gentle easy acceptance and positive way of being. Sweet and fragile, yet self-made, independent and strong. We drove to a couple workshops together a year ago, and had some deep conversations. Still, I don't think I'll give her the letter though. She would never talk with me again! Same old pacing thing, so I'll just keep it in my journal for now.
Now I'm off to the biker bar downstairs, for a beer and some live music.
It's a noisy, disgusting place with a lot of real characters in it.
There goes Sunday anyways. I have no idea about tomorrow.
It's not a bad approximation, if I do say so myself. Not quite there, but still pretty good 
. Dinner guest went off with a jar, as well as a doggy bag!
In fact I think I'm procrastinating here on A2K to avoid starting it. Many, many reports to be written. <sigh> I actually intended to begin them yesterday but it was too hot by far, so indulged in a lot of procrastination 
