Time, energy, chance, attitude–life–rolls to me and through me as waves.  Sound is waves; isn’t gravity some kind of waves?  In any case, I do my best to ride them.  I watch surfers off the beach in Tofino, BC bob up and down the crest and fallow, waiting for the big one, for that rush of bliss along the slope of brilliance.

So sometimes I sit, allowing the Divine to guide me through the day.  Tiny little neon arrow signs indicate what to do next, how to move, which paper to pick up, answer the phone or not, eat-or not.

In the end, it is about the exhilaration of the stillness between actions when I see Her face, feel the Tao surrounding me, breathing me, that I cherish this human heart of mine.