Jeopardy

Not that you asked, but...
I'll take promises for a thousand, Alex. Apparently all those pent up postings evaporated with the California rains. Contentment could be the cause--I don't have as much to say when I'm content. That seems sad. Is it true that when I talk it is largely a reaction to discomfort? I am often frustrated or wanting when I speak to people. Sometimes even my quiet is riddled with discomfort--the talking is in my head. In social situations I either shut up or babble. It all made me think about when it is that I am truly comfortable. In California it was that the demands placed upon me personally were flexible but clear. I had a lot of quiet time, without the TV or required reading or chores. I suppose it's easy to be content when you're on vacation in an otherwise vacant, fully furnished house with car. There was little if anything to be doubtful about. I had things I might have wanted to get done, but not getting them done would not and has not posed any kind of a problem for me. I recognize that I enjoyed the vacation and do not question my accomplishments during the time. So my contentment seems related to acceptance, pace, simplicity. The first two are fairly easy to incorporate into my daily life. Simplicity might require a bit more work.

A thought for the day (courtesy of Buddha): Wherever you live is your temple if you treat it like one.