Almost everything I'm doing is the ordinary, the plain. I can't even brag about it; who would care? To open a bill the day I get it. To pay it when it's due. To return an email, return a phone call, put aside savings, vaccuum.
Yet by the time this winter's rains & snows have passed, these habits will be mine for life. As stubbornly as I eat vegetarian meal by meal, I wade into SJ, TJ habits. Oddly comforted, sure this strange ground is my path. The path which led to Russia, through the Odin, into a river, to emptying my house, leads here.
What shall I do with these 5 actors?
I feel the wind on my face constantly. Like gazing at god, a steady kinesthetic Yes.
I drove to Seattle tonight and wanted to stay. This is my body's natural inner clock, to sleep all day and work all night. Walking through Bergamo, still warm at 2:00am, meeting actors from other companies and our own, moving from stone bar to stone cafe.
Why am I planting this slow garden of my life?
If I only look at god, the answers are so unexpected.
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Life is our habits. Including love and creativity, the things I treasure most.
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