What is the self?  What is the now?  How can we keep walking, talking, cleaning, moving, working, eating and not wonder–what is this?

Questions like these have puzzled me since I was a child.  I am amazed that we don’t stop cold on the street and ponder metaphysical reality.  We break the bonds of time and space–a text message from my brother on a crab boat tied up till a storm passes in Florida.  I sit in the muggy northwest tired from cleaning.  And a million people have touched the components of the instrument on which I type this message.  Mirrors within mirrors of connectons throughout time and space and existence.

So what makes any difference?  Kindness, fun, creativity, stories, expressing myself.  And in the midst of the stillness when my breath takes me into the Divine moment between moments, the sinking soft promise of sweet heaven sings praises that I am here, and there, and now and then.

Pair of ducks for sure.