you say, you dont say, 11:14

Sending and receiving on the breath. Tonglen meditation. Thank You Pema Chodron. Thank you out of obligation Vedeanta Society of San Francisco Swami. Even though I wanted to cry while in your office and even though I left feeling like you didnt think I was special. There is something I appreciate about the experience. Thank You planes and thank you view from the window seat. Thank you fabric makers and thank you color creators. Thank you tea manufacturers and thank you water system.
Where does genuine gratitude end? This is a question I sometimes have to deal with. I mean, its not like I cant find some stodgy, but real, place in myself that begrudges each of the objects of my gratitude. I'm just saying. Thank You all the way is rare. Or very easy for a split moment of just gratitude. a flash. but to keep it up?
tea time. tea for my throat. please for the bees. invert for the convert. yawn for the yarn. yearn for the burn. worn for the wear. time for the typing. fly season. its fly season in west marin. and walnut season. and october. its fucking october. SUMMERS OVER! in case you, like me, had failed to understand that. and we all know what that means. fall. autumn. who calls it autumn? just poets i think. noone I know says autumn. something else? something more interesting? something, hmm. I dont know about that. How can I be so tired? I guess its time for bed.