December 31, 2010

I am losing track of the days and dates, such a beautiful thing.  Although we spend a good portion of our lives at the plow and/or trough, when retirement comes damn too few know why and what to do with themselves.  I was born and bred to this--converting time into presence, an idler par excellence.  The Sanskrit predecessor to "plow" is "yoga."  Both sort of mean "union," but I'm a lot more akin to the second.  One is union with survival and the second with God.