Woke this morning, quietness through the house. The trade winds have died down, makes swimming enjoyable and keeps things quiet. But it seems healthier when the winds are up.

I always feel, when things are going well, nervousness sets in. It is in those times, those quiet times when things start to topple. Life is like this, as the buddhist say, life is suffering. Things decay, fall apart and very rarely roll that smooth. Good intentions are just that, intentions and when played out seem to fall apart at the seems. When the winds are quiet, when things seem at peace, well it is time to run, or prepare to run.

The good thing is when things are going not so well, usually the swing goes the other direction. When you are down, the other side of things are up. The mountains are higher all around and the feeling you will feel when you come out of the other side would be good. Should you make it through the other side.

Our goal of living is undefined. We make our homes or nest, we feel ourselves and our family. We travel, we pray and we sing and go in circles. The point is always in the journey, in the moments between the winds blowing and the winds stopping. We yearn for moderation, for feeling good but not too good.

Around and around we go. We find things and people that we like and we try to repeat what feels good and goes well. At the same time we age, we grow a bit more scared to take chances and try new things. We tend to fade away, in the same way we faded in. Peaking in our late teens or for some, later on. Like a meteor coming into the solar system then fading away, or a bird landing on your balcony, jumping around a bit then flying off. Leaving very little trace of its existence, but surely there for a small period of time.