midday

Splashed by a bass just now, scurrying away in very shallow water. Ah, the fun. The lake was being filled up with ski boats, and non-ski fast boats. I scurried away to shallow water.

This is something I ponder, which says more to me than my occasional wanderings. I love my kayak. I see the very expensive boats being put in the water by very expensive trucks and I feel so happy I don’t have to deal with that.

My discontent, when it roars, is not to do with appearances or other’s opinions. It has to do with my own drive, my own heart’s yearning. When I find that which I love, which makes me feel wonderful, happy, purposeful, I could care less what others are wondering. It is the finding of those things, and pursuing them with all my being which will make me content in a world which seeks to order how everyone should be content. So I am, but I’m at the beginning stages without any assurance I will find the prize, except the assurance which comes through faith.

It is not evening right now, I should add. Indeed it’s barely afternoon. I’ll be gone tonight and tomorrow, enjoying various social activities, planned at the very last minute, which I don’t mind. Some of which have ‘issues’ involved. A curious time for the discernment vibe to read a situation. We’ll see, and I’ll be sure to write my thoughts in the portable edition, to be transcribed whenever I get back.

Or not. The days went by busy. late into the night, early in the morning, without moments for reflection, a sabbath of words and deed.