finding the write spot

although my arms ache in an exercise exhausted muscle kind of way, i am still dedicated to the quest of finding the spot where I can do some of the writing.
today, a coffee shop in king street. good americano, cinnamon toast and free internet. i am not sure there is anything else I could need. the music might be a bit loud, but i think i am learning to shut out the distraction. good zen practice.
somehting about being in public that adds to the discipline of writing.

the wind announced the presence of fall today, kept me from scampering down the street, instead i struggled against the invisible barriers on the sidewalk. good thing i have discovered a routine and a steam room to help with the transition to winter, toronto is going to miss fall completely i am prediciting.

today is a day of summarizing and thinking about results. with perhaps a slight under current of grant ideas.

i love my job. begging for money. i wonder why i thoght this would be different from social work practice.

three good things about my job:
intellectual freedom
flexible schedule
opportunity for significant accomplishment

personal goal, bring enthusiam back to the topic. realize the value of results for others. think about the quick sell.

imagine talking about it at a cocktail party and keeping people engaged in the conversation.

yay.

schedule check in

today i read about a colleague i took a course with last winter semester. a vibrant west coast rower with an interest in the history of medical technolgy. his class presentation informed the students of the history of the sonigram. interesting, heading and complex. while i did know the man at all, i imagine this presenation to reflect his character. he passed away last week. His heart gave out while rowing in BC. He was 29.
perhaps it is only in the moments of intensity that we see what is before us. with the mediocrity and routine of daily life, it is easy to get caught up in details, struggle, anguish and delay. only when bright lights flash and time takes an intended pause can we see the surroundings moving us forward and holding us back.
i think of ways to celebrate life, to celebrate accomplishment and to ensure that one live a life you would be proud to read of at your funeral.
Without delay, i call on stength to guide his family and loved ones, and to nudge all of those he left behind to pace ourselves with intension and give honour to the life we so fleetingly have to enjoy.

with each petty step, i attempt to create structure and balance within a cohensive boundary that allows only confidence and admiration to penetrate. i would rather live each day to completion, than have things carry forward, in case my rowing days are numbered.

the plight of the doctor father

deares ferdinand has written 120 pages over the last 3 years. he is filled with pride.
perhaps i can use his relationship with a doctor father, his introspection and his self discipline as a model for my own work.

with confidence I depart.