[on] the road

my journey to the san francisco bay area has been nice, sunny, introspective, social, literary, outdoorsy and fabulous, in turn. i have spent time with dear friends, including my pregnant best friend from high school, and my yoga guru, who led a 90+ minute meditation course last night. it really helped me remember how powerful meditation is, especially when it's done for more than ten minutes here and there. good reminder.

i am reading, among other things, THE ROAD by cormac mccarthy. i have come across two thought-provoking and memorable lines:

1 - you forget some things dont you? yes. you forget what you want to remember and you remember what you want to forget.
2 - query: how does the never to be differ from what never was?

memory. such a strange thing, isn't it? it impossible for me to visit the bay area and not, at least subconsciously or briefly, ponder -- what if i still lived here? what if i'd never fled back to texas? i assume i'd either have a lot more money and a high-powered position and hate myself on the inside, or perhaps i'd be a drifter, a full-time yogi either struggling for everything or content with my lot. i know it doesn't matter. what is, is. it is the present of the present. i live in austin. i am grateful for the ability to travel east and west, north and south, to visit old friends and new places. i am grateful for my home, which is my center, and goes with me wherever i am.