Taking care of rubber toys, preciously

This morning I am getting ready to go to a 7 hour class that will last for 20 days...imagine that! Of course that is not so helpful to look out into the future like that...it's like gorging on food or bingeing. I want to hear the moth fluttering against the window as it attempts to free itself...to see the black thin-legged spider on the towel... to smell the cooking apples, to pick up the wet, gummy squeaky toy that Henry drops over and over again asking me to play...

When the mind is full of gorged ideas, or when we binge on the future we are consumed and miss the precious sticky rubber toys that continously roll in front of us. Now and again and again.

The first preliminary: life is precious