The traffic tears past so loudly-
such hurry at eleven at night.
In the quiet before dawn this morning
the Great Horned Owl
offered his deep, organ-pipe comment-
then Barred Owl countered with his nine notes
and they spoke back and forth-
the reassuring repetition between two old friends.
It was a long time since I'd heard their voices.

The owls offered comfort,
affirmed the strange orderliness of the unscheduled world,
held stillness in the hollow of a sound.
I slipped into sleep
in the peace of their conversation.

Everything is possible. My first shintaido teacher told me so. Why not, he asked.

I took him at his word and found myself in places and experiences I’d never heard of nor thought of.

So now why can’t I, without formal training in physics or high-level math, figure out a theory for everything by educating myself; by cutting and pasting; by skateboarding the internet and my environment for clues? Why not?

We often create our own glass ceilings. Why not assume everything is possible and go for it?

You may not reach your goal, but if you're sincere in your intention, you’ll find yourself stretching, expanding your capacity and capabilities, reaching beyond limits you never dared to approach before.

World peace is possible.

A healthy planet is possible.

Why not?

At 3:15 AM, someone's cell phone in Austin, Texas contacted me from within the rhythmic, sloshing wash cycle of a washing machine. I'm not kidding.

It left a very long message.

8oranges
nomadicfishes