Not a Poem.

Ok, so tonight for the first time ever, I'm not writing a poem, just an entry...a comment on my day, so that I can remember how good this particular one felt today.

Why? And how was it different to any other day? It wasn't really - I mean, I did meet some wonderful people and was offered a pretty damn cool opportunity. And while this stuff ultimately changes my situation for the better, it's still all just situational. Actually, the magic happened on my walk home from the city...

Every so often, I reckon you just get in touch with the bigger picture, but often, where you least expect it, or via lots of little pictures! - For me, it's always been the breeze. That cool flow that can take you by surprise at any given moment, and is (to me) nature's way of saying 'chill out, it's all gonna be ok!!' Whether I'm doing the dishes at my kitchen window, or, (like tonight) walking home through the city in the evening, that cool ocean breeze always catches my attention and makes me feel truly alive. And it's at these times where I could even go as far as saying, that they have been some of the happiest moments of my life. Why? I guess because it's not attached to anything - I'm just simply breathing in, and breathing out, seeing and living in that very moment. - Small moments of living from within, and not through external things or projected ideas.

And for that moment, however fleeting, I can truly glimpse that all this stuff around me, is just that: stuff. What I do for a living is certainly a great vehicle for learning about life, and it supports my situation, but it's not life. Life just is. As Tom Robbins says 'Everything else is just lipstick'. True that.

Tonight I caught one of these glimpses on my way home, and I noticed the way the evening light hit the old trees along the streets. And it was beautiful. And I felt the edge of Winter in the air. And the freshness was electric. And I felt the breeze in my hair. And I felt at peace.

Then when I got home, I finally met the mysterious old man that lives on the ground floor, and is always bathed in green light from an ol' school lamp in his study (which faces the street). He is always writing. Always. And smoking cigars. Like out of a movie. And tonight, we 'met' as he held the door to the building for me, while giving me the warmest smile, with the kindest of eyes. And I felt as if my heart would pop!

Glimpses of the essence of life. Glimpses of humanity. All just little pictures collaged together, to make up, and remind us of the bigger picture: To be joyful, simply because we are alive.