10.10.10

[maryanne]

I am listening to birds sing in Savannah, Georgia. Just finished my breakfast of free-range chicken eggs and toast, coffee, juice. Cats are frolicking, insects flittering. Soon I will get dressed and drive to my Sunday meditation group. Later, I will attend a folk music festival.

Life is good but also hard. I am a high school English teacher who has published two novels and a book of poetry but can't quite make ends meet on my salary living alone, as I do now. I am grateful for but miss my children who live busy and successful lives in New York and San Francisco. I am ever more saddened by the world as it is today--partisan politics, hatred, the mistreatment of all variety of sentient beings everywhere and the destruction of this planet. But I am grateful for my life, my health, and for beauty and goodness.

I want to be fully present in each moment. And yet, the urge to document--a hedge against mortality?--is strong, especially for artists. So here I am. Namaste.