Passion for life

I have been looking at my calendar over the past months and it is a reflection of my off and on life.  When I get “juiced” with a project or task…. I pull out the cork and say full speed ahead.  I see clearly where I am going with an idea but I am not so stuck that the course cannot be altered I just keep moving making slight course corrections.   There is a passion when I am moving but when I don’t have a dream a fire in the belly… I can do nothing forever…or less than nothing.  I have three days to get three rooms ready to be cleaned.  The yard is almost done for this year and in the spring I will only have the sitting spots and the meditation bench to complete and I will have the zen spot.. and my book pages to fill.  The bridge went in yesterday and the bamboo cover is on it’s way… It was a rainy day so I have sat a great deal and completed some of my writing tasks and  I connected with an old love tonight… We started our political efforts and voter registration with McGovern… it is a long time since ’74 and yet it is the same time. I thought of us crawling around the tenement buildings trying to talk folks into registering to vote like it was yesterday.   It felt like every other apartment had a prayer meeting going on.. and the halls were full of the smell of hair being straightened… I was passionate about the cause or at least about my friend.   I would not want a life that played it safe.  You can stay home and never get hurt.. or you can run over the rocks….…and who knows...