cambria flounder

always some place to go, be, do, see...

on my way up to my last trip to san francisco, i stopped by a tiny town called cambria. i hadn't been back in almost 10 years. though it still has a tiny town feel to it, there are definitely more tourists that visit, and yes, i was one of them, but only to see how it has changed. i didn't stay long, only enough to see what was new and what was still standing...

remind me why


"...it's as if you're pounding on the massive doors of the kingdom of your wildest dreams. At first lightly, even respectfully, then, losing patience, louder and louder. You pray. You plead. You beg. You ask. You cry. You wail. And just on the other side of the door, your faithful, adoring subjects silently writhe, some quietly crying, all intensely feeling your frustration and loneliness.

Yet they remember all too well how, on the day you left, you made them swear not to ever open the door, so that you might discover for yourself...

... that it was left unlocked."

enough sometimes isn't

been putting into practice being still, quieting the mind, and letting my breath guide me very lately.

disconcerting when someone you deal with on a daily basis talks AT you and not TO you. all the while the volume and tone of their voice rising as you sit there and take in everything they're complaining about. patience and compassion are being tested. i know it's not personal. in this case, all i can really do is listen and hear, and feel like a punching bag. i wish i had the balls enough to just stand up and leave without saying a word and they would understand why.

how do people go through life thinking the world revolves around them? how do people believe the world owes them everything? how do people live life feeling entitled?

head above heart, listen to breath. it's the only way.