Big and The Breakfast Brigade

Good Evenin'

Pretty pleasant day; a little overcast early but it cleared up mostly, come afternoon. Breezy but not windy.

Otherwise, same, same; correspondance, feedin' and firewood. A little extra firewood, where tomorrow's my misplaced grocery day. And, a couple more books in the mail.

And, I suppose, aside from talkin' to ponies and puppies, my best conversations, were the ones with my heart; amazin' how they can go on for years and only get deeper and richer. And, recent, I'd say, only more, the so. I remember readin' a poem by Hafiz, a middle eastern poet/saint, lived some eight hundred years ago. He talked about a whirlpool.
Now, I can't pretend to know what he meant, but I might have a sense some similar. When water approaches a whirlpool, it actually moves quite slow; and for years, you could say I revolved slowly around my heart. Engaged for sure, but casual run my course. Recent, I'd say, I must be givin' to the "pull"; my circles are closer and something like understandin' seems to quicken. And, where once that "pull" may have frightened, somehow, some peace presides.

What can ya say; good fortune, good teachers. Huge thanks.

Have a nice night.

Best,
jeune