Conversations in my head or written down. Self-absorbed is not such a bad thing, you see. How else can you get to know someone?
Thoughts, reflections. So much enjoyment from the simple things--my backyard in the winter--with a carpet of leaves the colors of my cat's coat. And me--with all my imperfections. My strengths, my weaknesses. The moments I'd like to rewrite and live again. The times I'd like to edit from the tape. All the apologies I'd like to make. But it's all a progression. Reaching higher, learning, accepting that what you've done in the past is perhaps not what you should be doing now. And understanding that the only way you could know that is by having done them then--just as you did.
And recognizing your teachers. Understanding that anyone who has touched you lives inside you still. Reach in far enough and you'll touch them. Looking at the full moon over Mt. Tam and saying, "Wow."
