Mundane is luxury.

Your attention is delightfully delicate now. Yes, delicate. Take your experiences with a small spoon. This is living. Be in your body. Be in your being. Be in your world. Explore, as Jon Batiste said "the muse in the mundane". Because mundane is luxury, really. Mundane is daily work, obligation, and dedication. Mundane is alive and perhaps too, well and healthy. Mundane is luxury. It is walls and roof and floor. It is water in the spout and shower. It is a warm coat and dry boots. It is a walk in the woods. It is a journal full of scribbled sadness and bold-pressed joy! It is a sleeping, sighing dog. It is a pencil. It is clean paper. It is a stove to warm the room and a stove to warm the stew. Mundane is luxury. It is a thriving sort of surviving. Mundane is luxury. Believe me. You don't want the complexity of tragedy. The muse is in the gratitude for the mundane, for the experience of living on Earth during a time of walls and roofs and stoves and boots and notebooks and coats and water spouts. The mundane is hidden within a camouflage costume - a cloak of boredom. Discard it. Go find the stars. Walk in the cold rain and dry by the fire. Sing grace to the clean water and the stew and the bread. The muse in the mundane may be gratitude. 

Letters from LOVE! (January 2025)

Elizabeth Gilbert has a superb Substack entitled, Letters From Love. It has inspired me to journal to myself rather than simply from myself. I rarely now journal to record. That always felt like a tedious school assignment. Now I journal to release the wisdom from within. I write questions to the universe and see what returns. I will start to share them here. 

Dear LOVE, what would you have me know about becoming an elder? 

Oh Love Child! 

You are on your way now - every day older and wiser. You are at the beginning of a revolutionary time. A time of self-actualization, a time of determination, evolution, and deep and exciting authenticity! The strings of attachments to the thoughts of others are snapping - one by one - setting you free to fly and float. You know your truth better than you ever have. And now as you enter middle age you are more equipped, more confident to listen and speak from that deep place within, that well of wisdom and truth. Courage is needed now more than ever. It is much more important than pleasing others, remaining neutral, and attempting to avoid conflict or even, simply, disagreement. Better to be true. Better to be the free bird flying and seeking grubs and seeds, and building nests and swimming and surviving the beautiful wild. Better that than to waste away in a cage - living inside, hidden, heavy with fear. So speak! Sing! Fly! You want to feel well and healthy. You have some disappointments over wrinkles and old scars. Let them remind you of a lesson in the interconnected nature of your flesh and energy. You were afraid and angry about pimples and you, therefore, manifested them. Lesson (eventually) learned. And the wrinkles - eh. Those are from 41 years of smiles and frowns, of communication. The lines live like book pages folded "remember here!" and "remember here!" they say. This body evolves just as your soul evolves. It remembers, it learns, and it prepares for what is (possibly) to come. 

Love this life. Love every part of it...as if you chose it! 

love, 
LOVE