Yesterday I attended the Occupy Vancouver protests twice, inbetween I occupied the library and read a novel that held descriptions that perfectly matched what I had experienced an hour earlier in front of the art gallery.

On Friday it had occurred to me how sometimes one’s mental weather can be very at odds with the physical weather outside the window. A mis-match. I was pondering this …

Yesterday, Saturday, in contrast I found the literary weather of 1952 (well an occasional paragraph) was the perfect match for the spirit of the streets. A strange, yet uplifting co-incidence. More evidence of the need to pay attention to the continuum and not be so focused only on what’s coming off the production line.