A Different Perspective

Ahh.....finally, I feel a little more human now that the sun has made its way over to the other side of the mountain.

What a shocker going from a humongous air conditioned house on the edge of the lake to a sizzling hot 20 foot trailer on the tarmac in the middle of an RV jungle. Feels like I jumped out of the lake right into the frying pan. In fact I did.

In this heat my equanimity goes right out the door. But tonight, in the coolness of the evening that is descending upon me now, my sour attitude is easing off and my dicey disposition is settling down.
I am managing to tolerate the overabundance of little rug rats running everywhere, screaming and riding their noisy toys around and around in circles in front of my very own 4X4 piece of turf camp.

I’m also doing a pretty good job of ignoring the skate boards, and supped-up trucks with their noisy tail pipes and blaring stereos which keep going by on the road right behind me. Not to mention the neighbours TV giving me a very clear play by play of some godforsaken baseball game.

I’m thinking what the hell - they will all have to go to bed sooner or later and then my day will begin.

In the meantime I am expressing thanks for the coolness of the evening, the sanctuary that the darkness that is descending upon offers and for the sanity and grounding effect my writing has. I hate to think what life would be like without this much needed saving grace.

Note: As I connected to the internet to post this writing I started by downloading my email and this message was waiting for me:

“All you need to do is remember that you are the listener and not the noise.”