Beyond the Solstice

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“Life is complex in its expression, involving more than percipience, namely desire, emotion, will, and feeling.”  ~  Alfred North Whitehead

“Nobody has a right to speak more clearly than he thinks.”  ~  Alfred North Whitehead

Snow is coming soon. Weather.com says it is here. Already. That’s the thing about the internet – it can say anything it wants to. There are, of course, consequences for such generalities. And in addition the internet can’t say a thing. There are people involved but  .  .  .  never mind. That was going nowhere fast. It’s like a train of thought without a club car in that  .  .  .  sigh, I just can’t help myself. The snow will bring that cherished by all white Christmas. That was just then a clunky sentence. Whatever. I’m into the joy of the season this year. The edginess of the consuming public, at least from the viewpoint of this here retail cashier, can be pointedly abrasive, but the multitude of stories in the air this time of year is ripe pickings for happy smiles and warm hearts. As it turns out, at this point in my life, small children and dogs now make me laugh. We allow dogs into the hardware store, and we keep a canister of biscuits for those who like them. I love to see them come in. And I love to look out the window to see them sitting in the driver’s seat of the car while their human shop. It’s the little things, right? Yeh. Moving forward. This is the second day of my financial change. The Social Security check came yesterday, direct deposit at midnight. This is going to bring on interesting times. That it happened at the threshold of the holiday season makes it all the better. No, I don’t see it as a gift, except on the spiritual level, where nearly everything is a gift. Honestly, I don’t know what to think of it, except that it will buy me the full Italian dinner that I crave. This is forthcoming. I don’t know when; I don’t know if I will have a dinner date either. I’m leaving that to Destiny, which sometimes takes her own sweet time. Don’t want to be late for dinner. Now is a time for feeling in to the inner changes set in motion. Kick back. Watch a movie. Eat some popcorn. Listen to a bit of Celtic music. Pet the cat. Listen to some Billy Joel (Scenes from an Italian Restaurant). And scratch my head, not in wonder, but because my scalp is dry. Some things are just that simple.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.

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