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I had a pretty good day. I took it easy at work, and did catch up on a significant fraction of the accumulated email. I do enjoy my colleagues and made a point of socializing a little.

I keep envisioning the falling of a winged maple seed: letting go, letting the wind of wisdom carry things away from me. We are gathering things at home for donation to the rummage sale for a Quaker lobby group: let them go, land in someone else's hands, who can use them. Let my worries go: where they land, let them be transformed into considered action. Let go, let things keep moving, changing.

Tomorrow is an early start day, and then a number of us are going to the funeral for a colleague's wife. I feel more comfortable attending the funeral than the Shiva evenings later this week. I respect how my colleague and his family have dealt with the long time they have had to live with the knowledge that R's cancer was going to bring about her death sooner rather than later. The amount of energy the family had -- canning tons of cabernet grapes into jelly, raising chickens, pressing olives, my colleague working a full time job (and also getting frustrated with various things), two kids, a Bat Mitzvah, presenting at Makers Faire.... Sadly, i found myself comparing me too often to them: how can they do so much? This line of questioning has not lead to anything meaningful over the years. Each of us has our own set of spoons, and feeling you ought to have more spoons isn't going to change the number of spoons you have.

This evening i caught up reading what folks share here.

I also did the after work "conditions of satisfaction" i set for myself. Tiny little increments forward in a couple of directions and a good evening walk.

We also had my smoky maple veggie sausage that i made yesterday. I don't know if the pot in which i let the water steam away will ever be the same, but the sausages turned out well. I had a honey mustard sausage for lunch. More veggie sausages in the future for us.