I often forget he’s even there, he just sits up top, on the edge of the courtyard wall, looking down into the space.
Quietly present.
With a peacefulness that makes me jealous.
Today felt like it was coming at me in sixteen different directions, with too many unexpected distractions and left field monkey wrenches to challenge my sanity. it think I managed to get about 40% of the things I needed to get done…done. And it felt like…for everyone thing I completed, six more landed in my inbox/text messages/doorway.
It’s a long weekend…will I manage to shut off?
Probably not…I will probably try to catch up on a few things, work when I shouldn’t be working. If I can get the bike out of the garage and get on the road, that will take me away from work, because the beauty of the bike is that I can’t do anything but ride.
Sometimes I wish I could find a wall and just “be” for awhile….like Queydo.
But maybe that’s what the motorcycle is for at this time of year.
