3.3.16 Geez, i love weather.

What a magnanimous day.

 I left the house at 40°, arrived down at the farmers fields, and there was a full fledged snowstorm going on. 

The snow shooting sideways across the great expanse. And cold! 30°. The wind roaring through the trees. 

Soon after, the temperature crawled back up again, the snow all disappeared immediately.

 Followed by a warm sunshine, big powerful clouds, wind. 

Geez, I love weather.

 

3.3.16 Pass on by

How often do we find ourselves, over and over again, poring over the pieces 

of a difficult situation, as if the poring will this time work well enough 

that we will find our way . 
Each time I awaken from this way of approaching life, I'm stilled once more.
By how imperceivable the falling asleep is. 
And how, coming awake, I regain some of the clarity that leads me to 

push aside the pieces, open the curtains to let in the light, go outside,

 and sit by the stream. 
To clear the space for the problem to come up from inside of me.
To feel as though I am filled with its confusion or longing or worry or distress.
And as I sit and even intentionally find the way to a small smile,

 the distress becomes relieved of itself.
By the very act of sitting with it , as a bit more of it quietly passes on by.

 

3.2.16 Not backward

"For life goes not backward, 

nor tarries with yesterday ." 

            Gibran

 

3.2.16 Leftovers

The weird thing we come to understand is that any leftovers we have from experiences begin to crowd around us more and 
more with time. 

They shuffle in and take up space and block light just as soon as we wake. 
They infiltrate our dreams. 

Our morning or afternoons become crowded out by ways we felt when one thing or another happened . It begins to be tough discerning just what is simply happening right now.

Sometimes I'll notice how they'll back up, 
like objects on a stuck conveyor belt. 

3.2.16 Stopping and thinking

It's so odd to come to , every once in awhile , and realize that we didn't always have an Internet and now we have an Internet and people and machines across the globe put things on the internet: just millions and millions of every conceivable kind of thing a second or millisecond , and if you wanted to you , could just be somewhere looking at the Internet 24/7 and never ever run out of things to look at - and now we have people like my kids who can't quite remember when an Internet didn't take up so much of their days and lives and functioning and connecting , and wouldn't think to stop and think that either, ever , and here we are the last generation who can look behind us and sometimes beside us where there is 

hardly any internet at all .