Thinking of important things.

[roseembolism]

One of the remaining cool, breezy late spring afternoons gave me the opportunity to go for a walk and clear some of the cobwebs out of my head. As I walked, I got to listen to all the various bird calls around me- more than even the woods had in Santa Barbara. And even better, as I crossed a deserted office park I had as a companion a huge yellow monarch, before it decided to investigate some pine trees. And then there was coffee, and a walk back, while all around me were the fluttering, scurrying and singing of life going about its business.

It's not that these are the only important things to concern myself with, far from it. But they are important things for me to remember, especially these days, to keep myself on an even keel.