Catching the good waves

I've been thrust back into the hurly burly of society, and, boy, it's a bruising experience; it's like sitting on a beach being battered by one heavy wave after another. I'm not sure it really achieves much being stuck in this mind-set of stress reactivity and fear. It's kind of mesmerising but ultimately irrational.

Anyway, that's the sludge. Out in the ocean there are good waves to be had and it seems useful to think that each day is a good day inspite of the fact that we cannot have back what is already gone or stop what might never happen and remember that time does not expand to allow us to do everything at once.

There is relief in awareness and joy in the simple act of frying an egg.