Zadar; waiting and meditating.

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I note the 'return mentality': nothing to do and nowhere to be. It has ground to a halt. Just waiting the passage of time. Short attention. Puffy mind. Noon to leave number 8. Then another 8 hours until the Ryanair gears start up once more. Time to distract myself. Will walk along the shore a while. The weather must remain clement. The waiting game. How easy the mind shifts to ruminating.

There are two options tonight once I hit Manchester Airport: either a short train to Piccadilly, accommodation and onwards late on Sunday; or else put up with the trials of Planes, Trains and Automobiles to arrive back early Sunday: the price is the same. A third, if unlikely but fortunate, means might offer it's self if anyone is heading east from the Airport?

Leggiero Caffe in the City Galleria has a spoon that has only one function: missing entirely the middle piece: like a polo mint. I joke with the Barista that it is a diet spoon or a wish spoon: it is not a soup spoon. It is a tennis racket for a Guinea Pig. This is less useful than are chopsticks; it is guaranteed that someone with ambidextrousness would be able to use four chopsticks a la Scissorhands, but I struggle with a uni-chop - unless it is to be speared like a donut, pineapple ring, tire, dinghy or the torus universe.

Agreed with Vice to stay on the sofa until I must depart this evening - 25 kuna.

The clouds gather again.

Took a final circuit of the perimeter, along the shoreline - in and out through the bastion park just to the south of the old city. It is a four kilometre round trip from number eight. Time to return to the breath. Meditation on need,

" We cannot avoid the suffering of dissatisfaction by frequently changing our situation. We may think that if we keep getting a new partner or a new job, or keep travelling about, we shall eventually find what we want; but even if we were to travel to every place on the globe, and have a new lover in every town, we would still be seeking another place and another lover. In samsara there is no real fulfilment of our desires".

Thank you Geshe Kelsang Gyatso - I couldn't agree more. It is very difficult to happily operate when this is the truth of existence. To meet other minds some of my days: we have to connect - even if just for a couple of moments - all the moments we come together.

"Hey Mister Rain, ain't you follow me down?"

We must spend time connecting with the planet, plants, animals, ourselves and the totality of the cosmos from the place we find ourselves; how ever lonely it sometimes seems.

"Hey Mr. Rain
Ain't you follow me down?
I've been working baby (Oh so hard)
Stayin up in the sky."

Don't hesitate; it could rain without a refrain,
While I repose a little longer, I suppose,
Manchester can wait my Sunday fate?
To lie here watching the clock wind forward
Casually spread upon upholstered settee.

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