I love spring in Eugene. Am equally enamored of spring inside of me. It goes on for months and brings a whole new view of my life - the possibilities.New camera (still learning to use it). New dedication to practice - both meditation and writing. Am finding both to be quite wonderful. Relaxing and easing up on the issues around food. Stress and a heavy handed approach don't help at all - I just end up wanting to eat more.
Am cautiously allowing the word "meaning" to take a central place in my thoughts, reflections, and writing after months of starkly feeling the emptiness of insufficient meaning. This process of confronting is like opening the cage door of a wild and dangerous animal but failing to address the lack of meaning is worse - a walking death that daily becomes more unbearable.
