Pleasant surprise.

Several of my friends told me that they missed the blog.  I also got compliments on my writing.  Bill said that I’m a person that I manage to express my point concisely.  So, am I not like that in real life?  Note to self: be eloquent and laconic.  Oxymoron or paradox?

Yesterday, I was talking to Nate and he told me that he missed my blog.  I came to elegant donkey, read a few of the entries and relived the experience.  In a way, I “recorded” our life and it felt good.  It felt right.  So, I’m thinking to continue blogging.  To record the thoughts, moments, experiences and feelings for later.  Much later.

Argentina was 3 months ago, but it may as well been 3 years.  For some reason the time passed quickly and Buenos Aires is a distant sweet memory.

Being “off the grid” is a remarkable experience.  Being mature adult (some may disagree with the aforementioned) and having the blessed opportunity to step away from everything has been fascinating.  The mind is a blank canvas, the world is full of experiences.  Not making the green light first time around isn’t a crappy moment.  Conversely, making it – not a victory.  It just is.  I remember reading somewhere (have been reading even more than before; several books at a time) that the bumps on the path aren’t bumps, but the path itself.  In a way, not rushing to another meeting, stops the time and allows the moment to be the moment, not the passing thing while we get to another thing that we’ll forget right after it happens.  I’m afraid to re-read the previous statement – Gogol’s story springs to mind (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diary_of_a_Madman_%28short_story%29).

It’s interesting how difficult it is to silence the ego.  How difficult and liberating it is to be still ambitious and content.

I remember reading in another book is that the ‘secret to life is to die before we die and then find out that there is no death’.