Just got word that the temperature in Minnesota is -13. Well, now. That’s different than the 73 and sunny here.
Mario says the traffic in Bangkok bugs him, too. Traffic in Bangkok is like rain on Mt. Wai’aleale, there’s always too much for most of us. If I didn’t blame myself, I’d blame Bangkok traffic for my ruptured Achilles.
Am reaching a new place, hope I find that it sticks. My goal is to have no goal. My ambition is to have no ambition. I want to follow the flow of the chi in my life, go with it wherever it runs, let life lead life.
Alan Watts has this book, The Watercourse Way. I mentioned it yesterday. The tao is the movement of heaven and the movement of heaven, exhibited in temporary conditions surrounding us, is th way. As we adapt ourselves to it, we blend with the season, the hour of the day, the time in our life, and other circumstances in which we find ourselves. This the way water runs down a mountain to the sea.
Our life is a mountain stream. At the headwaters it is full of energy and rushes quickly over the rocks and around the bends, as it gets closer to the ocean its bed widens and it travels more slowly around the bends until, spent, it merges with the ocean, our mother and our primal home.
Also, the waves do not quit. They keep coming back, sometimes stronger, sometimes weaker, but always there, always caressing the shore. The wave is the ocean as lover, stroking the flanks of Gaia. It is this persistent loving that the Hawai’ans have named Aloha. It is a condition to which we can conform ourselves. Perhaps it is not temporary.
Another, slower workout today, this time toward Poipu. As I hiked, there were whales at play, a couple breaching. They come here for the reasons many tourists do, warm water and sex.
