The discussion turned once again to the distruption of the automatic

Taking a break from the role of the automaton; like the odd bit of sun caught during the day

How restorative it was to slow way down, listen + absorb the natural world

Ah to restore or not to restore: to put right; as it is, or to chase after change, improvement and that which is not. Windmills anyone?

And what's wrong with windmills? Anything that can be tilted at is worth a shot. At least she thinks it is.

Windmills are not unlike roast beef hash, smothered in melted swiss cheese and bathed in a Poupon sour cream sauce. It's just that one real

home-cooked meal lovingly prepared by the Amazing Chef JarooDude cannot possibly hold a candle to the other wonders of the world

Dyslexia strikes again if I hear right. As mom taught me, "hear what I mean, not what I say"

And yet even if the words come out all wrong, isn't the underlying meaning in there... somewhere

Of course; what is, is. What it means, is its meaning. Always has been and always will be; can be no different.

And yet when engaged in communication of any form, it's the gap between understandings that can be so mesmerizing, frustrating and wonderful