Dos Ocho

Today's been a good day.

Tomorrow will be, too

Next Day, I hope to be better.

What leads one to believe that these statements are true? Rose colored glasses. Past experiences. Hope for something better.

Went Metro with my cousin. Let's call him Buddha. He was the one that jumped at the Devil's Punch Bowl.

We decided to get an all day Metro pass and hit some spots on the red line. Earlier that morning we took a mini hike to the top of Culver City. We were getting some sunrise shots. It was cold. It was windy. It got me breathing heavy. Standing up there looking at the City of Angels wake up. It made me wonder of other places that I took from high above.

There was the Stratosphere.

Grand Canyon.

City Hall.

Mt Wilson Observatory.

Problems don't seem so big when looking down. Catching some air and looking at the problem from a different vantage point. It helps not being so close to the problem. Sure the details are not as prominent, but it is clear that a little height can make a world of difference. Altitude affects attitude.

Anyways, riding the metro and stopping at different places. It reminded me when I first took the Green Line in Boston. Jumping on at a stop. Jumping off at another. It was fun. I would explore a different area at length. Than on another day I was get off a different stop. Walking a bit here and there. Kenmore Square than a jaunt to Copley. Getting off at downtown and getting accosted at the Combat Zone. My first real experience with real shrimp in lobster sauce. Getting in an altercation in a nuns outfit at the record store near Copley Square. It was like going through a time machine.

Riding the Metro brought back memories. Change of POV made a world difference. One gets lost when walking around. I remember a term from an old Babylon 5 episode. Doctor of the series took a sabbatical. His issue was just to do a walkabout. It is when the person just gets up walking and keeps on walking until eventually he meets himself. He would stop here and there discarding old memories and hang ups. Picking a bite here and there. Finding tools in his future adventures. In the process he sloughs off his old self and finds his new one. I guess when one does a walkabout it is a karmic cleansing.

On the day, Buddha and I went Metro it had more of an impact that I first imagined. Capturing these moments on the red line it triggered things I did not know was there. Maybe in time I will look at this mini walkabout and just marvel at the blessing I have been given.