I don't have the answers yet, but I have learned enough to be dangerous, and ask better questions..

There is nothing like a really good conversation with someone you find really stimulating. I actually like it when they don't agree with something I have said because there's a chance I might learn something from them, if I can hold the tension of their POV conflicting with mine. I feel like these kinds of conversations, rather than being duelling monologues (do you get subjected to these??), are much more exciting - like assembling a puzzle whose pieces lie in the psyche and in the universe.

'Oh this is what your piece looks like? Well mine looks totally different.'

'Let's see if they fit together somehow - we can perhaps get a bigger picture....'

I love being around people who can really think, and who make me feel like an old friend 5 minutes after meeting them. That's a rare gift.

I should try to cultivate it for myself.

And I love lots of red wine thrown into the mix, a fall evening, candles, and terrific conversations with people you just know are going to be important in your life somehow.

It's getting in tune with that flow of life, isn't it? That rhythm that makes you feel like you might actually be moving along nicely with the old heave-ho of the Universe for once, and that your feet might actually be on the right path rather than flailing about aimlessly in la la land.

I have been in la la land for entirely too long. Was this a one-way ticket? God I hope not.

On another note entirely, I have heard that it will be 80 degrees here next week. If so, then I will
have to make my way down to the ocean and wade in for a swim. I feel the water calling to me. Time for another confrontation with the unconscious....or the Divine, and am I sure any longer that these two things are not one and the same thing?

I might
wade in over my head.



Perhaps if it is really nice, the Pacific will actually be pacific, and I can
lie in the water and be gently rocked in the arms of Neptune. He shakes
the earth, that divinity. Perhaps he will shake me up too, and break me
free of something binding me. Perhaps if I immerse myself in his waters, drift in his confusion, and descend to his depths some more (than I did already this summer), then I will flow even more with life.

And the witching season is fully upon us. I can feel it approaching - why am I so excited? I am way past the legal age for Trick or Treat. Yet, I can hardly wait for the weekend activities to unfold!