I took this photo on the road up to Henry Miller’s (one of my favorite writers) house in Big S
I took this photo on the road up to Henry Miller’s (one of my favorite writers) house in Big Sur. Then I filtered it to hell to make it look like those old vintage postcards. I want my book cover to have this vibe. I think. We’ll see. . I’ve been thinking about contentment today. Being at peace with everything. Raging at nothing. It seems like it is the goal of the enlightened: to receive without protest the flow of life and God and the Universe. But what then of the agitation at your desk to change your life? Is discontent wrong? What then of the spouse who hits you? What then of the American story of risking it all on a big idea? . I feel the pull of the sunlight in the window, calling me outside. I also feel the zen of acceptance, of making the best of the current season, of patience like a seed in the dirt. . But when the spring rains come, those seeds sure do get busy changing. I wonder how many shapes the spring rain can take… how many shocks we get and ignore or misdefine. How do I train myself to respond in the right season? . I am both content and fidgety. My hands are being pulled both east and west. If I can keep it just right, where it pulls but not too hard, it’s a nice stretch. Like yoga. (at LAMILL Coffee Boutique) -- source link