“All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered.” ~ Kenneth Grahame
“We have not the reverent feeling for the rainbow that the savage has, because we know how it is made. We have lost as much as we gained by prying into that matter.” ~ Mark Twain
“Then suddenly the Mole felt a great Awe fall upon him, an awe that turned his muscles to water, bowed his head, and rooted his feet to the ground. It was no panic terror – indeed he felt wonderfully at peace and happy – but it was an awe that smote and held him and, without seeing, he knew it could only mean that some august presence was very, very near.” Kenneth Grahame
Weirder and wyrder. I’ve reached the point where the word surreal has become inadequate. It almost makes me believe that the devil is real. There have been reports, here in the southern tip of the San Luis Valley, of the devil hitchhiking in a red chiffon dress, and another in a bar down in Española. Read Christopher O’Brien’s very entertaining The Mysterious Valley if you want to know the details. I love his books! I’m reading his book about The Trickster right now. I’ve been into UFOs since age twelve. I was surprised when a highly respectable researcher named Jacque Vallee connected the phenomenon with the Faerie Kingdom. This is serious stuff. Don’t scoff. We can learn a lot about the nature of of our mentality by looking into this stuff. Whitley Streiber too. Don’t scoff at him either. I sometimes write about the Imaginal world. This is what I am talking about here. Please note that Vallee was a prime consultant for Stephen Spielberg’s “Close Encounters of the Third Kind”. And Whitley has actually had a Third Kind and Fourth Kind experience. The movie about Whitley’s first experience is “Communion”. It is a great, scary, and compelling story, and if you are not a believer it is worth watching Christopher Walken play Whitley. I love the story. The guy had a rough go of it, and he still is in close contact with whatever or whoever it is that does that spooky stuff. Now, hey, I gotta take a break and go out to watch the sunrise, and see how much more snow there is up on the peaks.
More snow indeed. As I sat looking at the mountains a soft rain began to fall. As the density of the rain slowly increased the mountains seriously faded into a light gray silhouette. Nice! Now, moving forward . . . I am exhausted this morning. It is hard working trying to improve my physical posture, and to manage the depressive low cycle, but I persevere, thus the exhaustion. Yet I came up with a remedy. Yesterday was Wednesday, hump day. For me today is slump day. Forget the posture work. Give it a rest for the day. As in physical therapy I will from here on out use repetitions in a tighten up loosen up pattern. Today is slump day. I have today and tomorrow off, psychotherapy at noon, then whatever; likely the chair and lap cat thing. Self-care of the third kind. Yes.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.