While on my last trip, I took 2,000 photographs over 14 days that began at 6 a.m. and ended at midnight. I never missed our arrival in, or departure from, any port. I did everything I could to be mindful, drink it all down and revel in being abroad.
And now I'm looking at some of the frames and thinking I can't have appreciated what I was seeing, or I would not have been able to come back to Chicago. I would have jumped ship, sent for my books and my boyfriend, and started life as an expatriate.
Here it's so gray. Raining, humid. The air is murky. Everything droops. Even the green leaves are dull as old paint. Looking at some of these frames almost hurts.
Monument at dusk. Mahón, Minorca.
Zen teaches us to appreciate the beauty of what is there, where we are. Clearly, that's the lesson I need to focus on today. As of this minute, I'm flunking.