These be the good old days

This is when I love florida. Every year there is atleast one day when most of the country is getting pounded by winter, and I get to wear shorts and flip-flops and not sweat a drop. Every year in february there is atleast one day when I say I love florida.

I don't meditate in any traditional sense of the word. I don't set aside any time during the day to meditate. Instead, I consider my life a meditation. I cultivate inner peace every waking moment.

I haven't written in a few days because I have been recreating my peace. I've been back in the hostel for two days now. It was maybe three or four days ago that I recognized the life-is-meditation thing. I need peace when I'm not at work so I can be peaceful and give good service when I am. And its not just about serving my guests, its also about serving those I work with. Creating good energy around me. And to do that, I need peace and routine and rest when I'm not working. That's why I moved out.

I have somehow come to be a constant source of irritation to my roommate. I have absolutely no idea how that happened. And I also learned that I still don't deal well with people being angry with me for reasons that I don't understand. If I screw up, I make amends. I get that. But when I make someone angry by just being alive, I have the potential to become a little aggressive.

I'm not minimizing. When I feel attacked, in this case, I respond with enough aggression to thwart further attacks. And I'm not happy about that. I would prefer to bend like a reed. Instead, I create a wall.

So things got violent in egypt today. Three people so far have died... I don't have a feel yet for the movement. I hope they can stay non-violent.

Everything is as it should be, and I am in transition now. That's not a real comfortable space for me, but I do know things will work out just fine. It is february in florida; sunshine, highs in the 70's, lows in the 60's. I have a warm, dry, pretty quiet place to sleep, I have food, and I'm making anough money to stay alive. Whatelse do you need? My soulmate will come back eventually,and my sailboat is steaming toward me like a locomotive. These be the good old days...