Interesting conversation on the way to work, "...your life is wine and roses Zane....what do you have to have patience about...." A serious query. Internally, my head shaking, wondering if it is really possible for someone to pretend so much--to be so self-consumed that the events around them are not apparent.
It's funny that Stephen Covey's subway story struck me lastnight, only to have this morning be a reminder of the exact behavior he was speaking to. It took the greatest amount of patience to not pile on the questions, to dig, to make evident specific fallacies. Foremost in my mind was, "To what end?" and then secondarily, "How does one arrive here--at this level, and stay there? How do they allow themselves to not look beyond?"
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Niles Canyon. And it is getting lighter later. I think I have spent 90% of my summer indoors, at work. Long days with little sunlight, recycled air and lots of Yuban. Looking forward to the long drive to AZ. Looking forward to Ireland, Scotland and where ever my days away lead me. Looking forward, outward, beyond this here and now.