I grabbed a banana for breakfast today. This most phallic of fruits often bridges the gap between home and work for me. Usually eaten in the car during commute, today it fills the stomach while commuting from blog to blog. This is my third blog. I've two on xanga and the one here.

This is the inner work blog for today, I guess. I was going to write of how the pain in my body has recently migrated to my left arm and shoulder, but then I was distracted by the idea of illustrating today's blog with a picture of my bitten banana. The creative muse satisfied, I find myself no longer wanting to explore this pain that seems always in my body but not always in the same space or time. The pain has been with me as long as I can care to recall. A small number of days stands out as being totally pain free, but in order to acheive some of them, I had to master the fine art of divorcing my body. So along with divorcing pain, I divorced pleasure. We're all well reacquainted these days. I experience the whole gamut. I don't believe I fully appreciate the pleasure when it comes. I don't think I've ever fully appreciated anything until I've lost it. I think that's part of the human condition. One lusts after things unattained and rues things lost. Rarely would it seem the moment appreciated. Cultivate mindfulness and the rest will be attained. It takes a life time, but it can be done. Or so I've read.