Every day is like Sunday

Where has all my previous desire to blog gone?
For those of you who still occasion to check back to see if I've posted anything I do apologize.
Gone, gone, gone. I seem to be gone from the world of blogging stuff.

The creative interest that I once had in posting blog entries, videos, photographs, has quite subsided to a bare whisper of yester-years.
Everything changes and a season for each change I suppose. As the Moodys once sung, "Isn't Life strange?"
Each breath truly is a step in time.

Now, lest all this sound maudlin and moody I assure you dear reader that that is not the case!
All is well with me indeed. Quite well in fact. Better than well even. Should I go on?

Excruciatingly ordinary by all accounts (and the ordinary does not exactly generate interesting blogging) but it is with this ordinary life that a kind of wonder has crept up from behind and enveloped me with its magic.

It's a subtle kind of wonder energized by my age no doubt (66.. I think) and an understanding that comes with growing old and growing older and then growing even older still, an understanding that.. we all take our turns at this thing we call Life.
I've taken mine, to be sure it's mostly done (smiling) although I've got a bit of a ways to go no doubt.

I remember thinking as a young teenager "Wow! I have my whole life ahead of me". And I did have my whole life ahead of me. Now, most of my "time" is behind me!
Wot Happened?!
Where'd it all go?
If I was a little pot-bellied buddhaI would be jiggling my fat little jelly-belly with laughter at that. hahaaaa..

But endings do arrive finally. I like to think of it as "graduating".

Well.. so.. here we are. Here I am. There you are. tat tvam asi -Thou art that
Everything spins around and becomes it's opposite.
Routine become freedom.
Boredom becomes wonder.
Doing nothing becomes doing everything.
The common becomes the miraculous.
With a sharp intake of breath, Little Guy falls from Above to be caught safely in cupped hands of Love.
I am reminded (again) of the first line of a poem, "Go placidly amid the noise and haste and remember what peace there may be in silence."
Self awareness is grown, one breath, one step, one life at a time.

...and so it all goes... :-)bill