Sailing

The bus that was on its way to me disappeared from my tracking app and I had to take a taxi to the train station.

After announcing several students that had been especially hard-working on a musical fundraiser and presenting them with gifts, I was also called to the stage and presented with a card for getting married.  (I suppose that took some work, too.)

I didn't know I had to ask the pianist to play with my groups for the recital.  But they sounded great anyway.

And I was gifted an incredible hand-painted set of plates and goblets by the students in one of my group classes.

Lots of different sorts of things happening today.  But all-in-all, a very nice day, the air warm and the trees seeming to soak it in.

I spoke with a friend about another friend, and ruminated on states on being in life.  Are we anchored, are we sailing?  And are either of these inevitable for a given person, or can we learn to occupy new states?  And how strange to see another in a different state, perhaps permanently so, and to try to make sense of it for oneself, especially if one is deeply committed and connected to that person.

Is it possible to count the different states of being in which we find ourselves, the different situations, and exchanges?  They seem to defy being discrete, seem to blend into one another temporally and categorically.  One day I will be waiting for a bus that never comes, and thinking of a person always sailing.