Season to taste

Warning! I'm writing this stream of conscience (which may or may not be a given, since this is a blog).

It's very dark and very quiet when you lay down at 9:30 p.m. or 2130, however you tell time. 9:30! Since when have I gone to bed that early! I'm not sure I can remember, maybe when I had a bedtime that was regulated by a parent. So, it's very dark and quiet, it's early and I'm tired but can't sleep. It's hard to keep my mind from thinking about the next 6 months, much less tomorrow. Of course I'm told that it is wise to not worry, right? Not to worry about my life, what I will eat or drink or wear. I'm told that Life is more important than food, and the body is more important than clothes.

Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap
or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds
them. Are you not much more valuable than they?
Who of you by worry can add a single hour to his
life? And why do you worry about clothes?
See how the lillies of the feild grow. They do not
labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his
splendor was dressed like one of these...
Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry
about itself. Each day has enough trouble of it's own. -matt 6

Even agreeing with that I find myself trying to figure out how I'm going to fit in here at Macha. Not only fit in, but how am I going to do anything that adds to the flavor. Culture. I don't want to come here imposing any kind of United Statedness on anyone. One must be careful when he comes to a place with the idea of changing something. Before I "change" anything I want to learn as much as I can, appreciate as much as can. Then maybe, (that's a big maybe) I will be able to decide if I can do anything to add to flavor here. I trust that is how I will season to taste. Instead of just guessing what is needed in the pot and simply dumping too much, I will first taste...then we will see what is needed.