The last few days have been dark, with the passing of a family friend. Death is inevitable, I know that, and it is no respecter of age, I know that too. But knowledge and acceptance are two different things.
The weekend went by in a haze of cooking and reading, anything to take myself away from my own thoughts.
Last evening, I went to watch the Lion King musical, an explosion of music and colors—and most importantly (to me), lessons on the circle of life. I only wish I had learned it as well as young Cimba.
I’m still restless for a dozen other reasons, which won’t let me reach my meditation, my writing.
I’m going out for some time, a book and some writing material in hand, and hopefully things will begin to make better sense soon.