Compassion and Fun

It seems like a good day to lighten up and remember to have fun.

In Los Angeles it's finally sunny. It's been an unusually overcast summer here; my surfer friends are complaining - too cold to get in the water, not enough surf, too much pollution out there. Today it is paradise here - sorry to everyone battling the heat wave on the east coast - a balmy 75 degrees, deliciously sunny, an excellent day to hang out with friends in front of Whole Foods, forget our troubles and munch on Bliss mix as we debate the usefulness of added minerals in drinking water.

What I mean is sometimes the most compassionate move for the world and one's self is to lighten up and enjoy what's happening. Maybe all the angsting (is that a word?) about what to do with life - all of it: sex, love, jealousy, kids - all that confusion in trying too hard, clouds our judgment. What really draws me back is a sense of gratitude: for my present company, all those dear to me, for all the stuff growing around me including my daughter. The speed at which it's all happening negates linear time on a day like to day, and reminds me of the truth of immortality.

It takes a certain degree of bravery to let go of the constant wanting, wanting, wanting and turn to gratitude, and to realize we are perfectly ordained to be where we are now, doing exactly what we are doing, and to approach that reality of what is and who we are with compassion.

And then we can have fun with it. Today I remind myself to have fun.