NANO ZEN

I noticed @jaava’s enquiry about a rather odd looking plant. Certainly doesn’t look like any Mimosa I’ve seen here in the south of France. I had a thought though the the segmentation of the branches resembled some type of bamboo. Don’t think she ever found out what the plant was.

Typically I can work amidst distractions such as music, the chatter of cow-orkers, instant messaging pings, and twitter except when I have one of those mental blocks a programmer sometimes gets when faced with a problem the resembles a maze of twisty passages, all alike. Then the slightest bat of an eyelash or breathless whisper can derail the locomotive of my thoughts.

It’s as these times, that I’ll play with Baka a little, fold the clean pile of laundry, go for walk; essentially fall back a step and remember to breath.

I eventually broke through the past week of writer’s block and felt the world shift. My colleague, Steve F. in the UK, was so pleased to hear of the successful conclusion as we talked over Skype that he had me wait as he disappeared for a moment, distant sounds of bumps and bangs, only to return with the sound of a quick click and hiss of a cold one being opened in honour of the occasion. Cheers.

Today is one of those lovely sunny, slightly breezy, spring days in Cannes. Baka and I once more strolled through the fée gully, with the Jasmine now in bloom, along with the Judas and Wisteri.

I of course tweeted my #haiku of the experience and then out of curiosity visited twyric to see it presented with a picture. I was pleased with the choice. I sat and read some of the others as they passed by and noticed one from @jaava that struck a familiar chord.

Update 30 Apr 2009

I found @fishtron’s supplication to some unnamed goddess (probably a waitress at her local café in Vancouver) like a cry or scream into the night.

As a teen I thought of the Moon as a messenger between distant lovers, where I used to lookup and entreat the Moon to carry a message to my first love, when I lived in Sydney and Waterloo.

Selene, the Greek goddess of the Moon appears in many myths and has a couple of names and incarnations. Personally I still see her a part messenger, part cupid, often coquine. Though sometimes I wonder if she’s the goddes of blue balls and cold showers.

I’ve often referred to the Anemoi, the Greek gods of the winds. So a cool spring evening walk, with many floral scents carried on the wind, made me wonder if Boreas also suffered from blue balls.

I’m currently travelling on business in the US: San Francisco, Provo, Toronto, and Montreal. Four cities in 10 days. It’s now the 4th day and the time zone adjustment from France is only just now feeling like returning to normal, yet I’ll be off to Toronto next. Crossing yet another time zone going east. Long and tedious air travel. All I can really do is sit back and listen to music or play computer games to pass the time. (Or blog when I have access.) Guess not so bad, since tonight I’ll be with my parents and my mum will have prepared a very very yummy home cooked meal. Just thinking about that makes me smile and forget the rest.