4.19.2010

So full, they were sprawled on the floor

I don't know the word for it. So instead I'll try to describe as best I can what I felt.

I have an camera that I can adjust by touch. I have a password I can type without looking. I have a pair of chucks that are worn in. A pair of jeans that fit. A backpack that I've adjusted just so. A camera bag that hangs just right. A trackball that is tuned to my thumb.

I have things that fit. They feel right. And I can tell when something is wrong by their feel. I can't tell you how I know the steak is done - it just is done.

Tonight 8 people came thru my door. 4 were planned, 2 were called, 2 dropped by. I cooked, we ate, we talked, we laughed. We connected. Food. Ice Cream. Baileys. And I must say, as I stood in the corner and watched people talking I felt that - what ever that is. The way you feel when you find your pace when you ride. A cadence as you climb a hill. A good handshake, gloves that fit well. When you get a backroads wave timed just right. Seated. Fit. Right.

A sort of feeling that makes you pause, smile and think - but not pause long, no this feeling does not call you to linger, rather it nudges you with a smile, on - to keep in this way. Failure tells you that you must not quit - this, I don't know what to call this. It's not success, success says "You did it!!! You can stop now, you have finished, well done."

And whatever this is, all you know is that you find yourself refreshed and looking forward to the next time.



Don't over think the simple pleasures of life.









Enjoy them.

4 comments:

  1. Next time you're in Yakima - swing by, there will be some here with your name on it.

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  2. Sounds simply wonderful Neil. I am jealous. So glad you had a great time!

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  3. Thanks Neil! Can't wait for next time! :)

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