“Then he was sorry for the great fish. How many people will he feed? But are they worthy to eat him? No, of course, not. There is no one worthy of eating him from the manner of his behavior and his great dignity.” ~ Ernest Hemingway
“Politeness a sign of dignity, not subservience.” ~ Theodore Roosevelt
There’s no putting it off any longer, I’ve been futzing around for the most part since being softly prodded awake by the cat at 4 AM. Internet stuff. But I have watched and read enough stuff with good content to keep my brain from going all tapioca and stuff. What’s with “content” anyway? What if someone asks me how things are going lately, and I tell them that my life is pretty much lacking in content but high on optics? I mean, really, WTF? Now, my mind seems to be in pretty good shape this morning. I can tell because I can feel the strong undercurrent of pluckiness somewhere down deep within this seriously aching body. Shoulders and neck, poor me. It rained a good part of the night, a nice soaker of a rain, one that seeps down into the ground at a modest rate; full of nitrogen, giving the vegetation a good start on winterizing. I say “winterizing” because I work in a hardware store. The activity itself is essentially a matter of choice for us humans, but for the rest of the natural world it is commonly necessary, no choice is needed. I woke up with dignity on my mind. Musta come from a dream because I didn’t know it was an issue in my life of late. I don’t remember any of the content of last night’s dreams, nor do I remember any of the optics. The part that does linger and shall guide me through this second day off in a row is the feelings, the underlying emotional and spiritual foundation. That’s one endearing characteristic of the Dreamtime, there is nothing certain nor tangible. It’s all flow. At the moment it is sunrise break, so I’ll be back in a few, k? Bisy backson.
Excellent show, this sunrise. I’m not a good enough photographer to have caught some of the good shots. So be it. I did get to see a couple of ravens, flying, croaking as they flew, on into town for a day of scavenging. I have not seen many of these smart as a whip birds lately. I guess they have been busy winterizing. This is a short post today. But it feels right, this brevity, and it rather suits my mood. Smiles here.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.