Happy November! And a Happy Belated Halloween to everyone as well. We changed our clocks here in Dublin just the other day and the days sure are short already. Not a terrible thing, but certainly an adjustment. Halloween was a good one. Melaine (my flatmate) and I threw a party and it was quite a success! I was dressed as a devil-in-a-blue-dress-slash-politician Senator Keith. Melaine was my associate, The Devil's Advocate.
It was a good time had by all. We threw the party with the title of OCCUPY HALLOWEEN to go along with the Occupy protests around the world. We had some pretty good costumes there: Impending Doom, Death of the Middle Class, and sexy James Joyce.
So, anyway...
I've been waking up earlier than usual thanks to the support of Melaine. I'm not particularly a super dupey morning person, but I'm learning, and Melaine has class in the morning so he wakes me up before he leaves. It's a good system!
I woke up the past couple days and did a little exercising and yoga and stretching and the like, and I spent some time just walking around the city. It's been a while since I've just wandered. But I did today and noticed that the holiday decorations have been hung on Grafton Street and the weather has been mild and humid. Today it rained while the sun was out. I love that so much because the light illuminates the rain and it feels fresh and mystical. Dublin in daylight is amazing, especially if you have a sheen of water on everything.
I stopped into some businesses today and inquired about work and I'm feeling optimistic about it. And now I'm back home briefly to eat lunch and revise my work resume (or CV in Ireland) and hit the streets again. But I also read some writings from my good friend Utah Bob today, and I wanted to share some of them with you, good readers. Sometimes, it's nice to remind yourself of these things:
We watched a golden tree
drop her leaves
in a wind from the North,
and not one did we hear
offer a tear
as it drifted to Gods’ floor.
And as they crackled,
as they scampered,
to pile in some corner,
it seemed as if
their Joys were as bliss,
as when they hung green
wishing someday
to reach Gods’ floor.
Much of Our daily grind’s grist
erupt through Our adultness’.
Just ‘cause we’re older, in any sport,
doesn’t mean we’re automatically wise.
More Wisdom arrives by not Knowing,
than through the knots of
Knowing a little … about a lot!
Until we come to terms
with the concept
of converting “I” to We,
we will return, again & again,
to the empty side of the Street.
