Thursday, May 7, 2015
5.7.15 To have, and to hold.
that I
would wish my life on anyone. Anyone.
What a
complex rich bounty we sometimes get, to have and to hold.
5.7.15 Immersed in the sunset
Down by the Eagle Sanctuary, a couple was
unable to resist all the signs that tell you to stay out, keep out,
and instead? Ventured forth down the long narrow road,
where the Eagles live and mate and tend their nests,
until it seemed these two were immersed in
the sunset.
Wednesday, May 6, 2015
5.6.15 Working it
It's really such an odd thing, the
present moment. And no matter how often we listen to mindfulness ditties while
we drive or go to sleep or read snippets in the bathroom or keep the books by
our bedside to glance at a bit before bed, still, it comes as a shock how flooded we can become, when we loose our
footing, and begin looking at the past and the future and speculating and
falling into fear. Anxiety. What if. How will this be. Can I manage that.
Planning for a certain amount of
time, with factors known and others we estimate, works fine. There is a
beginning, an end, and a line on a to-do list of very concrete information we
will acquire, to put into the mix of the plan.
I learned to tell myself that at 5 pm,
all bets were off for processing emotional things. The shop is open in the
morning, and in the afternoon is explicit time for a walk, and the open
invitation for things to come up from the stream, no matter how large or small.
Inconsequent or searing. Whatever, there is time, and it seems constructs
create opportunities and limits. Boundaries.
As in, nope; it's after five, and night time is a complicated time to process hard stuff. Stuff about the unknowable. Old stuff. Crap stuff. Everything takes on an odd, unsteady tinge, come night and edging up to bedtime.
So it's a good time to just be here.
Just be right now, while we make our dinner and unwind our day, in whatever
manner is best for us. Not a good time to rile ourselves with that which sets
us off or brings to the table difficult things.
Morning is great for what is a bit
much, but which we want to engage in. Morning has the fresh chops to deal with
some news about the world, news about our area of the world, inquiring into
things we need to figure out, to check in on. 
When you begin telling yourself that
night is for cooling out, and anything that needs to come up and rise up and
have your full and devoted attention while you feature that very thing- can
come up in the morning, or just after work, or at lunchtime while you have a
small stroll, or while your drive home, or cook dinner and do the laundry, will
listen very well.
We are very trainable, if the plan is a realistic manageable
one that works well.
With good operating instructions then comes ease.
5.6.15 I must admit, it's nice to see May once again
I
must admit it is nice to see May once again, what with it's windows thrown
open, fresh air streaming through the house, past skin and fur and leaf.
Outside, it is flip-flop weather, and
just-fine-in-my-nightgown-thankyou weather, as I step outside not too early to
bid the day hello. Oak and Maple and Aspen fancied up with their gorgeous
bouquets and rapidly emerging leaves, all tender and bright and new. The gymnastics
of passionately courting hawks all about in the air, as smaller birds scurry
about, industriously building nests.
Yesterday I sat outside, throwing the
ball for Dante, being scolded by a female Sparrow yearned for by two males,
each with a small white feather in his
mouth; all of them irritated with me, until I acquiesced and did pull my chair
back from the forest a bit, to give them room in the twisted Bittersweet to
settle things.
The
nights are warm and full of soft breeze; the mornings throwing light upon all
fantastically growing things.
5.6.15 The morning arrived, complete with a blaze
The morning arrived, complete with a blaze, the
sun lingering behind and flashing through. Lovely, really.
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