This is Max on his favorite chair. He likes to talk to me
from this chair :-). I have been thinking a lot about death
and life. Lots of death and sickness has been happening
around me the past few months and then George Carlin
died. It has made me think more and more about how
we (I) get caught up with petty concerns about what has to
be done and how to be and act and what do I look like and
why did so and so do this and that, on and on until I all of
a sudden become present and realize none of any of it means
a hill of beans :-). The thing is any of us can die in the next
second, minute, today, tomorrow or twenty years from now.
No one knows how or when. Eckhart Tolle says, and I will tell it as I
remember it from one of his lectures: It may be two days or fifty
years, but when it comes, it will come too soon and it will be NOW.
What all this means for me is: How long will I waste anymore time
on petty, worthless things? I know it is hard to always
remember my path, I am human after all, so I am kind with
myself when I fail, but I continue to attempt to remember it
more and more and to live in the moment and to find some precious
thing, no matter how small in all my moments. OXOXOXOX
P.S. George, I loved you, rest in peace, dear man.
