Beautiful day.
I take things for granted all the time. I have been trying to correct that. For example, instead of walking with my head hanging low, I try to adjust my stance and look facing forward or toward the sky. I like to think that the world in general is a beautiful place. But it is also a very ugly place. I don’t know how to reconcile both thoughts. How do I determine that something is ugly/beautiful? Is it the conclusion of a long line of meditations that I forced on myself? Is it an initial impression that I gather through a flash of recollections? Whenever I pass by that fountain, do I recognize it as beautiful? Do I acknowledge that I thought at one time that it was beautiful? Or does that judgment change accordingly to every new impression gathered of the same object? Is it a type of judgment to recognize something as beautiful/ugly? If not, what is it?
Those questions will be left unanswered because what I wanted to write about was a little moment that I shared with Jeff Erg, John Steinhardt, John Slover, and Jorell. We (Eloy, Jorell and me) were playing tourist company to Ergs/For Science/Chelsea. We took them to the beach, we took them to the Bacardi distillery, we took them to Old San Juan, we took the route that cuts through the middle of the island so they could see la Cordillera Central, among other things. When we were in Old San Juan, Jorell made the comment that it was funny that he had to take strangers around the island so he could realize that the island is beautiful. When he said it, I was musing about it so it caught me by surprised. A very pleasant surprise.
We were by la Plaza del Totem, overlooking the courtyard of el Morro. El Morro was built on top of a cliff so the courtyard is always windy – Perfect enviroment for kite flying. It was an idyllic moment. I introduced them to the simplistic wonder of la piragua. It was a beautiful day.
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