These are the people that I have been working out around (not with) for about three months now. Today, is my last day here in CR. I have one more work out at 9 o’clock. I look forward to it. I feel the froth.
I have been doing the Games this year. My coach suggested it, and I said sure. Right now I’m #1 in the country. I looked at Florida’s leader board and I would be way down in the rankings. But I’m not there, so I’m enjoying it. Continue reading “My Crossfit Crew”
When I arrived in October we had four days of rain. We got here, on the heels of damage, caused by sixty inches of water, in six days. Many had lost their homes.
This was on the wake of Hurricane Irma back home, in Florida. We had just survived that near disaster.
Almost six months have gone by, and it’s time to pack up and leave again. Continue reading “My Endless Summer”
Despite wealth, fame, and accomplishments, all human beings are subject to impermanence. People, places, and material things will always come and go; we can’t stop it. There are times we will be stripped of everything we have tried to hold onto. Once we accept those seemingly unacceptable circumstances, we will be led to surrender; and on the other side of surrender is a joy and peace that is not of this world. (From The Mindful Addict)
It’s a new day, of a new year. And today my resolution is God-conciousness. I have zig-zagged for thirty years. I get side tracked. I become involved in worldly things. It never works. Continue reading “Not of this World”
The islanders are preparing, in their individual fashions, for the imminent threat of Hurricane Irma.
I have been avoiding the media.
I have gathered camp type food and equipment. I need to make sure I have a deck of cards.
The authorities will surely call for an evacuation.
Having lived in Florida all of my life, I find each hurricane experience to be different.
I delight in the writings of Carl Haissen, having read almost everything he’s every written. A one time journalist for the Miami Herald, he really has a bead on Florida existence.
Hiaasen’s openings hit you like the first blast of hot, sticky air on a Florida morning. They knock you sideways, and it can take a while to get your bearings. Pretty soon, though, you start to realize that the heat, and the craziness it induces, just aren’t going to let up, so you might as well go with it.
Like the ocean floor is constant shifting sand, so are these hours preceding the storm.
so you might as well go with it
What art is, in reality, is in the missing link, not the links that exist. It is not what you see that is art; art is the gap. ~ Marcel Duchamp
Although largely forgotten after departing the New York art scene in the early 1970s, Kusama is now acknowledged as one of the most important living artists to come out of Japan, and an important voice of the avant-garde.
Her current show is Infinity Mirrors and it is breathtaking.
On CBS this morning, after a brief discussion, about the artist and her life, the hosts asked the spokesperson for Yayoi, “is she happy.”
My jaw dropped. I am perpetually surprised at the weird world that I live in.
365, 24 hours ~ they come and they go