Thursday, October 9

I am so grateful right now, sitting in Central Park in the plaza near the Boat Basin on an absolutely gorgeous October afternoon. It's so sunny and in the circle here people are rolling up their sleeves and pant legs to catch their last tans. There's a quartet playing jazz directly across the fountain - funky stuff. Spores from the tree over my head keep slipping down the back of my shirt. I don't mind, the sun has slipped behind a cloud, allowing the creases around my eyes to relax for a moment.

A woman walking by has my Mother's laugh. I already miss her - our last time together was good. Exploring DC and talking and mostly laughing. Her courage and ability to see beyond the immediate into a glorious future is what's inspired me to go on this journey. I love her so, and my Father, too. His spunk and spirit I admire. I'm so happy to see him mellowing out and making love supreme in his old age.

This circle is full of people lounging, relaxing, laying about - some overdressed, some just perfect for a scorcher. Typical of Fall in a world where the sun gets closer everyday. I am one of these people - the loungers. Have been since August and will be in Argentina. An interesting, singular experience for me. It took me a minute to learn how to relax and enjoy it. So sure I was that I should be "doing something." But now, it's just right. And I realize I am doing something. For me. Contributing to the path I am on. Living in the moment, learning to absorb and be inspired by my immediate surroundings. Striking the perfect balance between having a plan and letting life as it occurs move and guide me. That's my goal for the next few months.

Damn, it's hot, I love it.