Saturday, August 17, 2019

Great burst of wind blowing through town.  Fog pouring down the mountain. Leaves jumping on the ground and skittering across the street. The house is shaking with wind.

THE ART OF STILLNESS by Pico Iyer arrived in a stack of books on reserve for me at the library.  So disappointed in this book, very short, very little substance.  I usually really like to read Pico Iyer but this book was a disappointment.

At Brown Bag Zen on Friday we talk about words and stories we create in our minds.  Can we live without them?  Is there another world to be experienced without words?

This morning the fog is calm.  Young fluffy blue jays are squawking and jumping on the loose bottle bush limbs outside my window.