With Too High a Spirit

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“Everything you can imagine is real.”  ~  Pablo Picasso

“Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day. You shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.”  ~  Ralph Waldo Emerson

Alrighty then. It didn’t snow. At all. I’d be disappointed if I wasn’t in a Taoist space today. No – wait. Disappointment can easily be seen as in the Flow. The water of life simply flows around obstacles. Disappointment is a stone, a standstill effect, and it has as much a place in the world as water does. Wow. I’ll leave it at that. Can you tell? I had a brief conversation with a Taoist the other day. I hadn’t realized there were any around, but, of course, why would they admit to it. This is a Christian society, right? Ummm, not so much. They too, these Christians, have stones in the river. Enough of these stones, fortunately placed, allow travelers to cross the river, step by step. Life is not all downstream. That’s something else down there. Call it the future, destination, whatever, it’ll be there when you get there. No worries, mate. Hey, I gotta feed and medicate the cat, the go watch the sun crest the ridge back yonder in Pueblo canyon; then let the chickens out and replenish their seed and water. Hmmm, there’s that water again. Go figure. Busy backson.

“Taoism means a state of inner serenity combined with an intense aesthetic awareness. Neither alone is adequate; a purely passive serenity is kind of dull, and an anxiety-ridden awareness is not very appealing.”   ~  Raymond Smullyan

 All the morning chores have been completed, and I am deeply tired. Gainful employment, after a months long period of low physical activity, took it right out of me. The nearly perpetual feeling of urgency, which is an artifact of the nearly perpetual anxiety, is adapting well to the back burner. That Taoist stuff is proving to be a boon after all. That was never the point. It just felt right and I found my way to the inner serenity that shines softly, dreams effectively, and lays down the law. It will be rest, again, after my first work week, and it really ain’t so bad. I thought I was supposta be doin’ something productive, and I’ll be danged I most certainly am.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.

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