“Anyone who believes what a cat tells him deserves all he gets.” ~ Neil Gaiman
“Mindfulness helps us get better at seeing the difference between what’s happening and the stories we tell ourselves about what’s happening, stories that get in the way of direct experience. Often such stories treat a fleeting state of mind as if it were our entire and permanent self.” ~ Sharon Salzberg
Dashing my pre-conveived notions, and my expectations, against the rocks of actuality Winter comes in as she will; I love it that Winter is here. The real thing, not just some overnight flirtation. I came home during lunch hour yesterday and the scenery, with fragments of storms throughout, and a good healthy snow storm up on the high slopes, was simply stunning, gasp-worthy, whatever. I ain’t gonna brag to you how lucky I am to live here, I’m just gonna tell you. And express my gratitude. As crappy as my headspace so often is I am always so delighted and thankful when Nature hacks my firewall, or cleans out my cache, or debugs my browser. The view of the mountains, and snow, and storms, and light and shadow, and sagebrush . . . well, let’s just say that I got rightfully smacked back into my senses. The opening photo in today’s post was taken on 2/7/2009. I found myself struggling with true breathlessness as I watched the big snow squall come skirting up from the south, hanging tight to the mountains, awash in brilliant sunlight from the west. And when the phenomenon began to devour a mile-high mountain right in front of my eyes my mind went all silent and stuff; but then I remembered I had my camera, so I skeedaddled out of cosmic Oneness and snapped a few good ones. One has to sometimes make sacrifices to remain in the mundane world, the world of Muggles. But the magick in which we are immersed at all times sometimes just will not let you go without noticing. It is perhaps why birds sing to greet the rising sun. Here, try this. I’m imagining two coyotes sitting out on a dark night. The Full Moon comes up over the ridge and one of them stands, tosses his head way back, and begins to howl. The other coyote remains seated, and says, “It’s really pretty, but wasn’t that there last night?”. “The howler stops howling only long enough to give his companion a side glance and reply, “That’s the whole point of the exercise, you nitwit”. Sigh. Gotta get ready for work. It’s ten friggin degrees out there! It just takes longer to prep for work when the temps get so low. I’m still adapting. I think I have behavioral inertia.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.