Is it not interesting how we label time?  A week ago I made the mistake of assuming it was the Labor Day weekend — a week early.  I arrived at that conclusion despite evidence to the contrary.  The joke was on me.  Emotionally, my internal reality began to anticipate the three day weekend,– and then I awakened to the fact that I alone was celebrating.  It took a while to re-calibrate myself to everyone else’s reality of just another weekend in August.

Well this IS Labor Day weekend.  All of us have the holiday on Monday.  After waking this morning, with my cup of coffee in hand, I sat down in front of this screen and discovered the computer would not logon to the internet.  That has happened before.  I have yet to understand the cause.  In the past, the failure corrects itself, I am able to log on without issue after waiting a bit. “The angels begin to sing” if I can be patient, without pressing the issue.  I busy myself with other things for a while.

The issue: to choose to beat-my-head-against-the-wall of recalcitrant technology, or accept that things are always changing, and there is much that I do not understand, that I often do not get what I desire.  Remembering that I had a copy of the  HEART SUTRA in an orange folder on my desk, I reached into the folder and refreshed my memory… The verses say that all things are constantly in change mode, and nothing is fixed, nothing can be made certain.  That certainly described my unreliable internet connection.

So I went outside to mow the grass. 

An hour of pushing the lawnmower, (I had to do it sometime today) was just what I needed.  I felt satisfied to see the expanse of clean grass, clear of the fallen leaves.  Summer has not ended, but the trees are shedding leaves due to insufficient rain.  The warmth of the sun, the contact with leaves, grass, dust of the ground was just the mental/emotional grounding that I needed.

Seated once more before this screen, the internet connection now functions.  I can express the passing of time, and the uncertainty of being in this flow that we call time. 

Life is good.