“Slowness means cleaving perfectly to time, so closely that the seconds fall one by one, drop by drop like the steady dripping of a tap on stone. This stretching of time deepens space. It is one of the secrets of walking: a slow approach to landscapes that gradually renders them familiar. Like the regular encounters that deepen friendship.” ~ Frédéric Gros
“Mountains should be climbed with as little effort as possible and without desire. The reality of your own nature should determine the speed. If you become restless, speed up. If you become winded, slow down. You climb the mountain in an equilibrium between restlessness and exhaustion. Then, when you’re no longer thinking ahead, each footstep isn’t just a means to an end but a unique event in itself. This leaf has jagged edges. This rock looks loose. From this place the snow is less visible, even though closer. These are things you should notice anyway. To live only for some future goal is shallow. It’s the sides of the mountain which sustain life, not the top. Here’s where things grow.” ~ Robert Pirsig
Three cups of coffee in and this day still feels quiet, nearly peaceful. I could get used to that, but it ain’t gonna last, is it? Maybe yes and maybe no. I came up with that last sentence, used subsequently as an idiosyncratic catch phrase, inspired by the lovely mind of Justin Trudeau’s father, who was also Prime Minister of Canada, just like his son is today. I used to playfully revel in the fact that, back then, the heads of state of the US and Canada were both Libras. To me it seemed that the elder Trudeau, Pierre, always appeared to weigh issues so carefully; a very Libra thing to do. Maybe yes and maybe no. Simple really. As for the US fella, it was Jimmy Carter, who inspired me to come up with and use the phrase “Good night, yer on your own”. That came from listening to Jimmy’s televised speeches and briefings. In looking back I can’t blame him really. He was coming in on the heels of Watergate, so he always had that hint of sketchy wonder lodged in the twinkling of his eyes, like “WTF just happened?!!!“. I reckoned that Pierre sometimes had the same reaction to Watergate that Jimmy seemed to carry with him while hoping that his pendant was not an albatross. So now, some forty years later, we have a new Trudeau up north and a new Watergate-like situation in this country. Except that our current president is no Libra. I don’t know what he is, except maybe a literally demented monster, of sorts. I now reckon that Trudeau the Younger must have had a “WTF just happened?” when our new president was elected.
All that aside, the sunrise is progressing nicely. There is some songbird out there, beginning to sing to bring up the Sun. A short while ago some neighborhood dogs were barking low, as if in reaction to coyotes nearby. I didn’t hear any coyotes so I don’t rightly know that, but I think I am pretty good at understanding dog language. Now, moving forward. Our opening photo today here at EyeYotee blog is a little thing I whipped up while playing with software yesterday. It is drawn from a photo I accidentally snapped as I struggled to get my iPad back into my shoulder bag yesterday at the laundromat. The pad was mostly back into the bag when it happened. I have no idea how the icon was tapped to turn on the camera, but it happened, so no analysis was needed. I figured that the resulting photo would be purely black due the pad being in the bag. I wouldn’t have bothered even looking at it were it not for the fact that when plugging the iPad back into the iMac the photo software in the Mac automatically triggers the software to open up to upload any photos that are new on the pad. To my surprise the photo was not black. It was an image of the background on the screen, complete with the time and date and stuff. I cropped out the time and date then proceeded to play with the low resolution image. BTW, there’s a metaphor in there somewhere. The pad snapped an image in the dark, and because the lens could not ‘see’ the image was looking back upon the pad. I think we all do the same when trying to see in the dark. All we get is our own stuff, because there is no ‘out there’ out there when in the dark; all sight is turned inward, reflected back, whatever. So, as I played with the image I began to see it as somewhat of a watercolor image, which led me to run it through PhotoArtista, an app that makes a photo image look like a painting. Now, why watercolor? While at the laundromat I realized that business there was slow, maybe because of Mother’s Day. Then I began to realize that I was missing mom sorely, though I had not been cognizant of the longing until that moment. I decided to ask mom for a sign from beyond. I am a firm believer in afterlife communications. On the way home, after picking up some beer, I decided to take the back roads rather than the highway. Near the end of my trek, right there by the Sheriff’s Substation on Blueberry Hill, a dust devil rose up from the sage, just to the right of the road. As I passed by the vortex it suddenly moved toward me and engulfed the car with its gritty roar. The Lakota people call a dust devil a Spirit Dancer. Long ago, when Coyote still held overt power as a god, he used his power to make death permanent. It had not, up until that time, been permanent. Coyote made it so. As a result these departed spirits then wandered the land, and when they manifested they did so as Spirit Dancers. So there ya have it. The dust devil was mom’s way of granting me with a sign of her presence. But wait, there’s more. Mom was a watercolorist. So she also gave me the watercolor-like image. It kind of resembles her work, although mom’s paintings had a little more definition to them. Please note that the colors in the photo look as if there is a lot of dust in there air. Right? You do the math. I gotta get ready for work. And to walk with the goddess as I navigate the marketplace today. The Divine Mother. My recently strong attraction to a beautiful smile from a beautiful woman. I can’t get away from this stuff. Nor do I want to.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.