Goodness me, what to say. Today, today…I just took a bath with Zoe and laid in a dark room putting her to bed for a half hour, so I’m pretty chillaxed. My usually razor sharp wit is a bit slower tonight, but my sarcasm seems to be doing fine.

Well, I’ll just stick to the basics to begin with, and see if I come up with more thinklings for you, my abundant throng of loyal readers.

Today I gave the gift of a compact disc with my photos on it. I gave this disc to the Director of Marketing for Shambhala Mountain Center, Brian Spielmann, and I have been meaning to give him this disc for over a year, no kidding. He sent out another email today asking for photos and I thought, well, that’s the gift. Today’s the day he’s finally getting those photos of mine. Here’s one of them, just for kicks.

Brian was happy to see me and we talked for awhile about babies and life and feeeeeeelings and stuff like that. And it felt good. And I was really glad I went there and did that. Simple as pie. Felt good.

But I think what I really want to write about, now that I’m in the flow a bit, is what happened before I went to see Brian. This, also, was pretty simple as pie. My cousin came over, and she shared with me some thoughts/feelings she had about something I said awhile back.

Whenever anyone approaches me with something they have been thinking about for awhile, or that has come up repeatedly in their mind about me… well, you know, there’s that air of big-deal-emotional-person-to-person-real-communication. There’s that feeling of “oh shit” because there is some bravery involved on the part of the person bringing up the subject — in this case my cousin.

But it was easy to talk about really, we understood each other well, and it was no big deal in terms of oh-shit-drama, at all, in the end. No big deal at all. But it was without a doubt an act of generosity for her to share that with me — it was without a doubt outside of the comfort zone — and it got me thinking and feeling and just more in touch with the day, with my body, and with life. When she came over I felt “off” and when she left I felt great.

And what is extra-notable is that she said she had been thinking about it for awhile, but that this here little giving-blog had been instrumental in prompting her to talk about it. And I thought that was pretty cool, because… well, everything makes a difference, doesn’t it? Everything we do makes a difference. It matters. I seldom feel this way, but today I know this is true.

And our time here is short. So give whatcha got.