- 20 minutes of meditation on the summit of Haleakala.
- The people’s voices on the path behind me, some in English, some in Japanese or various European languages I neither understood, nor recognized. I initially reacted with annoyance, wanting silence to meditate, but I began to hear them as music; as natural sounds like the wind in my ears and began to appreciate…
- …the creative impulse down deep that led neurons to fire and language centers to engage and for a couple to exchange to speculations of which island was which in the distance; the impulse that compelled a man to express his appreciation of the beauty of the clouds pouring in below us. That impulse, I suppose, was You.
- The silence on the side of the road winding down the mountain where I writing this. An occasional car blowing past, and then silence but for the subtle ringing in my ears. The sound of myself; the sound of my brain.
- I can feel and I can express those feelings. I’ve communicated several times how much I miss Nancy and attempted to initiate a conversation about deeper feelings and she hasn’t responded in kind. Whether she doesn’t feel the same way or does and isn’t comfortable expressing it, it’s not a pleasant feeling; but it is evidence of own abilities, my own openness and willingness and for that evidence I am grateful.
Many thanks,
Me