cool beans

I can’t and don’t want to explain the process – mental, emotional, spiritual – of how I get to where I am, say this Friday morning. Why I think this or that. Why there’s way less “opinion” in my life, more bowing to the plants and the loyalty of the “Kids” (stuffed, wooden, kitties) in this room. That would be yakety yakety yak- and who cares? When you have bills to pay and traffic to sit in, grateful dinners with loved ones. The sun keeps rising in the sky.

I’m just here where I am this morning, on my own ground. Periodically I come to the blog and express it in way more detail. But I was daydreaming in the recliner a while ago, writing my Morning Pages, about some folks I electronically hang with in New York City sometimes. And what fell out is just this sense of being comfortable right here on this unique ground of mine this morning.

Falling under my experience of “cool beans.”