Morning Zen

The moment. Thinking yesterday about being in the moment. To be right there with something. All else fades away. A moment of singularity. That is it. No other thought enters, no worry, no ego or self. Just that moment and the action/inaction performed. Moving out of the singular moment back into the "reality" of life there is disappointment, ego, fear, joy, all of those things which coming into being. There is a longing for that moment again. A desire for its return or the opportunity to return to that place. Wondering how to keep and maintain that singular moment throughout every moment of living.
This thought came to me as I was watching a barista pull a shot of coffee. It was an experience. She steamed the milk. The sound of hot steam coming out of the machine and milk spinning and steady pressure. Thumping the milk on the counter and to the grinder. Whirring and crushing the black bean. Dosing and tamping. Eyes wide. Beautiful sounds in a musicless environment. The shot is pulled to a specific time. Streaming brown and gold and tan espresso fills the cup. Milk and foam poured on top with a whip and a flip. Profound. In the moment.

Morning Zen

Happenings. Events in life that are events in life. Defining moments that in the moment were just moments. Etched into memory of thought and body those moments embedded like a tattoo upon our psyche, scars forming patterns, stars making the constellations of our souls.

Morning Zen

That feeling of growth and change. Necessary it is said is a sense of anexity in life as a marker of growth and change. Thinking back on living and just having and being without much change there was little anexity. There was stress and emotion only at a point where I felt wronged or slighted by the other. No change within. Wondering today if fallen back into patterns of old or if change and growth continues. Setting markers, goals. How does one set a goal in personal growth? How does one know when it is reached? A goal to answer the phone and return calls and accomplish the tasks on my list the physical necessary living and doing and being things verse the growth in the spirit.

Morning Zen

That heavy feeling of yesterday never really passed. It was present in the background even at the moments when there was nothing else present there was that strange thing. Others spoken too seemed to notice something different with the day. ions moving opposite directions.
Today is clean and clear.

Movie Quote Friday

I forgot it was Friday. Michelle asked me what my quote for the day was and I had know idea what she was talking about... so here we go...

First one to have the correct movie and character wins a wine topper...

"It's sorta social. Demented and sad, but social."

Morning Zen

slight irritability. Like a scratch or a hangnail or a itchy spot. Stemming I think from this mornings radio on Martin Luther King Jr. Forty years ago he was assassinated. To hear words from this preacher, words from people who listened, words from leaders. I wonder what happened. Words like this are rare. And then forty years and what have I done for the dream. What can I show for the dream. What?

Morning Zen

Once again the dawn arrives and we herald in a new day. A new beginning to life. Waking pure and fresh Letting loose of the days before, letting loose of the constraints of self. Open now to the flow of the universe and allowing it to move us into wonder.

Morning Zen

"It is a day like any other day that's ever been."
Be aware to the cows on the interstate.

Coffee Slingers

There is a new coffee joint in OKC. Coffee Slingers on 10th and Broadway next to the Alley Bike Shop. Nice location. Great windows. Restored building. The Cement counter tops are wicked as I am trying to get a friend to pour some.
Very good coffee. Conscience of the pull. Knowledgeable in the ways of crema. Can you say Barista, and not of the *$'s variety.

Morning Zen

Thinking last night of the impartitive for change. It seems there was an urgency. In the past a total collapse of the constructs holding together life and living. without those protective walls change was forced. Maybe not change but an examination of living. That urgency has subsided. The disequilibrium has lessened and a balance once again attained. and so there seems to be not as much need to examine, to write, to explore. The lessons learned in the rebuilding need to remain intact.