“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
Finally some chill again. And coyote songs, soft but nearby. The cat woke me quite early, more so than usual, and she wanted a snack, so I came out of bed angry and gave it to her, but not without clearly expressing my ruffled feelings. This morning’s mood is one not unlike serenity; close, but there is an edge to it that feels nearly sweet. I feel a hunger for ambiguity. Woa! A chorus of manic coyotes just rose up nearby, just up the hill. Brought my spine right up into precise posture. Instincts are cool. They can serve as a reliable reminder when the mind gets all confused and stuff. Instincts provide default. Something to fall back on, with faultless accuracy. I’m still halfway in the Dreamtime, and it may stay that way for a few days. I don’t mind. Things get done either way, there is just so much more to experience in Dreamtime. It should be an interesting day, either way. I work with fun peeps. That’s enough for now.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.