turned a metaphoric corner today

Lunch with George is always a redeeming moment in my week. I get to have the real conversations. Last week it was George's dream about being hunted by beings of questionable motive and how it turned out his wife Annie had been taking "Yam", some kind of love drug that required an annual fix. Today is was about kundalini and how I shut street lights off wherever I go.

I love that I can sit across a diner table from my brother and discuss "Doubting Thomas", our next foray into the world of short film as well as my reading about the Mental Body and thought forms and their inherent implications on our lives and the lives of those close to us.

To some this may sound like a version of the Twilight Zone gone bad, but in my book, it is the important stuff; the stuff that counts.

I was driving back to work after a discussion about my first meditation experience involving alignment of the chi and how it ran straight up my spine and out the crown of my skull and suddenly something shifted. Now I have been talking about existential crisis and phenomenological paradigm shifts for years, but I have not really been fully cognizant as one has occurred within my own lens... until today. To be honest, it was subtle, but the ramifications are showing already. I am not who I was before lunch, or more aptly, my lens is not who it was before lunch.

I came to the realization that somewhere along the way in this life, I made the mistake of feeling guilty for things that were beyond my control. This afternoon, Camus' myth of Sisyphus that I must have made the mistake of taking on became clearly ridiculous to me.

How lucky am I to have the opportunity to have conversations that shift the very nature of how I see my own life over a bowl of tomato soup with my brother...