
Friends on the Path
Say what you want about romantic and sexual love, but sometimes there’s nothing better than a friend on the Path to share space and time with. It doesn’t even have to be someone who believes all the same things I do, we don’t have to have the same philosophy or theology although it’s cool when that happens. I’m someone who likes to spend inordinate amounts of time alone. I’m very selective about who I spend time with because I’m busy with lots of fulfilling projects and always have something I am waiting to do. Other people don’t always figure into the equation. So it’s beyond cool when I find a friend on the Path who figures so easily into the equation.


My remedy when I’m feeling overwhelmed by people or sounds and other external stimuli is to get alone in the silence and dim light and do some quiet yoga and meditate, allow my feathers several hours to settle back down around me. Or I’ll go outside for my evening routine of hand watering the plants and listening to the sounds of the birds and the crickets, the wind in the tree tops, watching the squirrels knock pinecones onto the ground, watching the sundown critter walk across the back path, the racoons, armadillos and opossums. That routine is my remedy for coming back to center each evening. This remedy is like any other: it works when I work it.
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