JUN 26
All heart.
Genuine Presence
That feeling when you’re seriously in the moment. Opening up the birdcage in your chest. Everything getting in.
Going for a walk and catching someone experience absolute joy. From a third person perspective. No idea the circumstances, but still hits you in the chest. Walk away with a smile.
Mowing the lawn on a perfect summer day.
Giving your grandpa a hug.
What I aspire to.
Self Manifestation
Worrying about the future, about what could possibly go wrong, takes you away from the present moment (into a realm of concern)
Whereas thinking positively, optimistically, and assuming your actions — when done with genuine kindness and regard for others’ wellbeing — can only bring about good things
Regaling in the present moment:
Remaining _present_
(which may sound a bit hippie/yogi/meditative)
Is thereby the best way to manifest a vision.
Assume good things are coming. That the world is conspiring in your favor.
This is the way.
My soul can find no staircase to Heaven
unless it be through Earth’s loveliness.
St. Paul
Remember when there were small towns in big cities? Where you had neighbors and even a sense of community on your block? Where local dive bars and ice cream parlors were actively frequented?
This is St. Paul.
I’ve only been here six years, but the sense of community feels like something out of 1920’s Brooklyn. There’s a local baseball team that everyone follows more closely than their MLB counterpart. And catholic churches with their latticed spires and Episcopal run-ins with enormous glass windows casting its penitents in a Godly glow.
Idk. Buying a house brought forth an unforeseen level of community in a world that’s so desperately lacking.
Journal
Went on a blind date with a cultural anthropologist last night. From Bosnia. A med student (and so sharp). Very few people who can keep me on my toes.
Got ice cream and went for a walk up Summit. Humid as all hell. Minnesota in July.
Told me bout her parents and the early years. Her Mom getting a care package from the American Red Cross.
“I was a miracle to them.”
Journal
Jack’s wedding. Shooting film after dinner.
Perfect lighting, an interesting venue (and suggestible friends).
X in that little black thing. The number of times we made uncomfortable eye contact. Both of us mature enough to recognize it couldn’t ever work.
Doesn’t disappear those feelings though.
