Mikes Thoughts

daily writing and on

Starting my day is always time still in bed with the journal and a desire. Sometimes I don’t start some word journey until later when I’m going for a walk and coffee. Other times I continue writing on something I just did not feel like surrendering to GitHub’s tender hold and netlify’s embrace. I felt just not done.

Today though it’s a little after 6am. I felt it was a good moment after some dithering in the journal to write a thing or too. I only do a daily journal and a blog thing these days. No scribbling atomic notes or ideas or serious platitudes. Movies missed and seen. I need to pick up the kindle again and read. I gently remonstrate myself. But now... Now I write. No real idea where a thing goes or even why. It’s just a day in Cambodian paradise. A morning listening to the birds doing their version of things and the usual Khmer suspects holding forth on theirs.

I am not a good talker any more I fear. I can listen. Words though seem difficult here. I talk with my wife sometimes. But those deep conversations where we spent our currencies of ideas and feelings have dwindled mostly. First Russell left. He was the gentle philosopher that speared life and its ideas and presented them and I would summon more or different. Always for hours. Over coffee. There is no one else so this little cells and synapses have brittled or slept as time goes on and Russell stays in the UK.

Instead writing and coffee

Coupled with measures of solitude and walking. The writing bursts out in some release at times. Now it’s in our bed. By 830am gone to a walk would be the sign over my head. From here and now to there is a series of little steps. I’ll take them. Sometimes even the smallest step here leads to a sense of personal discovery there.

Today later I try a new coffee place. New for me. Down a street I walk sometimes to a street I have not. An excellent chance to discover both new coffee and a new terrain. I’ll poke around here then.

Wonderful place this Muni Coffee. Love the setting. Siem Reap has the nicest little places to go find. Soft chair. Fan whirring.

Going to take another walk after. Another direction that mysteriously ends up in Wat Bo. Now it’s coffee time folks. See ya.