She said “do not talk”.

I was not surprised and a little miffed as I knew that. This was after all, a Silent Retreat.

Five minutes later we were leaning over the fence that defined the edge of the estate, talking to the farmer, the nearest neighbor.

We felt very naughty, confessed our offenses and promised to do better the whole of the next day.

It was a promise we kept.

Tops, triangles, domes, hypotenuse pasta and linguini quotes.

Time for engineers to solve, artists to borrow and admin types to make the world work like a Swiss watch movement.

Or….the opposite.

Yesterday everyone was so energetic. And I felt like I could move the world and build homes for everyone, without blinking!

Today cutting a piece of cheese and taking a cracker from the pack seems like a task of grand proportions.

But I  borrowed from yesterdays fizz, energy and pizzazz.

Now, it’s easy. And, suddenly, I’m ready to juggle planets, create universes and paint galaxies.

If only I could bottle and sell this, then again that’d be hard to believe.

The smartest person in the room, and a leather saddle.

The town was quiet until they rode in, unnanounced, unnoticed and uninvited.

A dot on the map marks the spot now.

Heaven on earth was what they sought.

They found their own magic rodeo.

Triple play and quadruple results in a bear market.

It happens to be the result of contrarian investing.

Following the herd is only a good idea if you are in a hurry to get to market, the market where you will be sold.

But there is never just one contrarian, The other one is contrary to that one, and so on.

All this and I have no magic formula to offer, today.

Tomorrow is another day, and, another matter.