Icarus and the Sundog


“You are the sky. Everything else – it’s just the weather.”  ~  Pema Chödrön

“I know that I am mortal by nature, and ephemeral; but when I trace at my pleasure the windings to and fro of the heavenly bodies I no longer touch the earth with my feet: I stand in the presence of Zeus himself and take my fill of ambrosia”  ~  Ptolemy

“There are landscapes in which we feel above us not sky but space. Something larger, deeper than sky is sensed, is seen, although in such settings the sky itself is invariably immense. There is a place between the cerebrum and the stars where sky stops and space commences, and should we find ourselves on a particular prairie or mountaintop at a particular hour, our relationship with sky thins and loosens while our connection to space becomes solid as bone.”  ~  Tom Robbins, Skinny Legs and All

What he said. That Tom Robbins quote, that is me in New Mexico, just as it was me in The Florida Keys. It’s just the way I am. As abrupt as it may seem I am going to step outside on the deck in the dark to gaze at the morning stars and achieve the same view of space. Busy backson.

Now: It’s nice out there. 46º, slight haze, tiny breeze. I did get a feel for the space that couches me in wonder. But then the hill leading up to the mesa became washed in the beams of a car’s headlights; a rare sight at this time of day. That brought me down to earth. Feet on the ground, bubba. Make sure yer head is attached dude. Good advice. I’m in a rough phase of life, headed for a major shift come the Winter Solstice. The feel of this living on the edge thingy is like the descent of the Space Shuttle in “Space Cowboys”. Good movie BTW. I’ll make it despite the anxiety of uncertainty. Let’s use a sketchy analogy from the myth of Icarus. I never, in the past eleven years, flew too close to the sun. I never got that high. Unlike Icarus the wax holding on my wing feathers never really melted, it just became soft, making my feathers all goopy and stuff, and I had to head back down with wings that have the structural integrity of wet blankets. Touchdown is happening right now. Wish me well, my friends. I can pinpoint the beginning of descent. It began when I got put on probation at the food market during the latter phase of my mom’s journey into death. The shock and pain of that action tore me wide open. I found a pretty good thermal for a few years but the descent  was the underlying current. Geez  .  .  . enough of that already. At the end of this post I’ve included a few photos of a rare sight that I was lucky enough to capture on camera two days ago: a sundog; which is a rainbow type phenomenon. The first photo shows a hawk flying up into the sundog. Lucky capture that. I am blessed.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.







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