Red and Blue

My recurrent obsession with dark orange-red and rich pale blue is rearing is pretty pointy head again. It turns up in personal talismans and fetishes, in the decor of the living room, along with another preoccupation: circular shapes.



I stopped using the leg and arm weights for the walk today. I think the timing was right..the weights did their job in the initial... struggle. Going up the hill they helped wake up my heart and metabolism..but now I just want to go fluid and fast, if you can call it that for a walk--not a run. Today felt great. Nice sweat, good shower.

After a little conference with myself in the mirror I have come to a certain acceptance. I can take care of this body and keep it strong and happy with how I push it and what I put in it..all this physicality of life is far from over..but the evidence of nearly 40 years on the planet will remain. The skin is soft and mostly smooth but there are scars..an interesting landscape, to be sure. Also, there is nothing to be done that can take the look of experience out of my eyes; That bird has flown...I'm not talking about the laugh lines..I am talking about the knowing. It's not so bad.

A friend points out that it's Karva Chauth today for some. So romantic. A bit controversial apparently. Something that can be blatant or hidden in plan sight, consumption or lack there of hinting at sentiments of the heart. Traditional, a community event as well…a ritual. A little salt over the left shoulder..

There is a little issue I am grappling with, a concern..an energizing point of peace, joy and happiness on the one hand, and of confusion and slight frustration on the other. Little. Well, small we can say, but at the core, as long as we are being honest. Just a little baby dragon. Nothing to be too worried about...