Although I failed today to make the business calls I should have (Gateway to not have them bill me for their own mistake, the MVD and Geico about not losing, or perhaps regaining, my car insurance and registration, and the auto mechanic about actually getting my car running again.) I do not feel like I have fallen beneath the onrushing torrent of time. If anything I've pulled ahead of the deadline wave, and angled my body to avoid the harsh undertow. That's the feeling anyway, I'm not so sure about the reality, but I think things will work out. Things are working out; it's been a good Thursday.
Thursday, for those of you who don't already know, is essentially my sabbath. I'm not going to go into all the religious connotations of that because I honestly haven't explored them, but the main principle is that it's my day of rest. I work weekends, and have 8 hours of work to out in Wednesday thru Friday. I'll either do a full day Wednesday or Friday, or a half day on each, but Thursday is always free. I like Thursdays, especially gray or rainy Thursdays, they just hold a special place in my heart.
It's the little things in life. I know we mostly all know this, but I'm just beginning to realize again how joyous little things can be.
I woke, around 10am, to gray skies, rain clouds at that. I napped a little further, simply because I could, and then organized my cube to make space for a mini-fridge, finally clearing the garbage, and recycling from my desk. I walked uphill to catch morning meeting (11:45) and announce the netflix movie of the night. As I walked, it began to rain. Pretty little drops that flew like pumpkins from a ball and plunged lovingly into the soil as seeds of glass would.
Gray days have always made me feel happy, by comparison to the environment. When the world is dulled and dim I feel comparatively special and bright. So when rain descends in cold, wet fragments, I feel in comparison like a unified pillar of fire.
As the rain rejuvenated the landscape I was reminded briefly of the lyric "I miss you like the deserts miss the rain" before I began to sense the unbridled will to grow which sets in so quickly at any sign of moisture. Plants I did not know existed around me began to produce new cells and chemicals with such haste, it overshadowed any animal feeding frenzy I have witnessed. The energy of this was so generative that I began to feel fulfilled in ways that usually accompany arousal.
I connected with a couple of my neighbors (other residents of Arcosanti), communicated easily with them, and felt good about myself for doing it. The network I dream of is strengthening in it's form, becoming more manifest.
In the afternoon I tried braiding some garlic, wasted plenty of bulbs, but succeeded in making one braid. After that I moved my new fridge into my cube, as well as a coffee maker. I made a pot of coffee, which led to having people over for coffee, which led to chatting about religion, and healing miracles, which then led to throwing knives in the Arbor. Okay that may not have been your typical progression, but I get along with spiritual people who like coffee and own throwing knives, so it works out. I sunk a couple good throws before dinner, it feels good to get my body back into use.
After dinner I took a walk, talk, and listen with my closest friend at Arcosanti, and discovered some things about our relationship, and also about each of our relationships with another. After we got back I went to speak with that other, and while I may not have made progress in that relationship I at least clarified some areas to work on.
As I was typing this post, I also chatted with Charlotte about a couple theoretical futures, and some almost palpable nows, or maybe nerfs. (Ne'r'f's: near futures. Slang that was made up on the spot, and will probably not outlive this post.)
In conclusion: It's been a wonderful Thursday. Thank you, and goodnight!
