Coyotes, Skunks, and Possums

Life is life wherever you choose. The moment you are alive and aware of where you are is the exact moment you become aware of who you are – I am Diana, alive and in good health (and even if I wasn’t in good health, I would still be: Diana, alive). Behind a veil of feelings and opinions there is the constant me. Life is life whether or not I’m sad. Life is life whether or not I have published a book. Life is life whether or not I actually believe what I am saying. Life is just life. The set of molecules that comprise me is the same set of molecules wherever I take myself.  I am no different than a rock. The building blocks are quasi identical, and in any case, irrelevant in the grand scheme. Rock, Diana, molecules, atoms, subatomic particles, ideas in physics beyond my ken.

So logically, where I exist geographically is irrelevant. And yet, I am a big fan of Los Angeles. Because I love: the ocean, palm trees, broken down warehouses, spanish-style stucco homes, korean food, skunks and all the things that roam the hills like coyotes, mountain lions and snaggletoothed possums (we have those in Florida too). I am still a creature of heart. I follow it blindly, hoping that one day my spiritual buddha nature catches up with me and fixes me to a rock to write poems and stretch in dawn’s cold fog.