Special Spots

Like the coast,

Like the mountains, the wilderness over all,

Like the warm darkness of my morning meditation and exercise space,

Like the dinner table with the kids, with a friend,

At your desk getting a bit of work done,

Scribbling down ideas on a parking lot in the cold night air,

Sitting in the hallway on front of the wall heater, starting the day, talking together,

Just about anywhere can be a special spot,

Make it so.

Strange Solace

Working in the warehouse today, standing in-between the looming racks of material,
pallets up high, down low, also looses boxes neatly stacked. I’m between PL1 and PL2.

Gray, rainy day outside, much needed rain for our drought-stricken state. The weather turned wet yesterday, and is expected to continue throughout today.

Near the location I’m working in the vast warehouse to stage material, there is an eight-inch pipe running
parallel one of the main beams that goes floor to ceiling.

When I was here early morning, I could hear the water from the rain on the roof running
down the pipe. Strangely soothing.

The gentle sound has persisted through the morning. It’s in the background, quite subtle, but steady, most welcome,

Welcome solace to the workday pace, heightened as year-end approaches.

Find a little peace, a little joy where you can, every minute, every day.

Respite, Recharge, Coast

The elements.

The sounds.

The feelings.

Neskowin has the particular magic only a coastal place offers. I love the mountains too, for sure, but,

Well the ocean is the x-factor, for eternal goodness, sound, vibe. I love it.

And this particular coastal place, there’s just few places like it that I’ve been to that make me feel like this place does.

Calm, centered, whole.

And the people I’m with? They have the same effect on me, really. My brethren, these guys have this particular energy and insight that always fill my bucket.