Each and Every Inch Along the Way


“I believe that maturity is not an outgrowing, but a growing up: that an adult is not a dead child, but a child who survived. I believe that all the best faculties of a mature human being exist in the child. . . . that one of the most deeply human, and humane, of these faculties is the power of imagination.” ~ Ursula K. Le Guin

“Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.” ~ C. S. Lewis

“I have been in my bed for five weeks, oppressed with weakness and other infirmities from which my age, seventy four years, permits me not to hope release. Added to this (proh dolor! [O misery!]) the sight of my right eye — that eye whose labors (dare I say it) have had such glorious results — is for ever lost. That of the left, which was and is imperfect, is rendered null by continual weeping.” ~ Galileo Galilei

A miracle is underway. That sounds like a good thing, right about now. There are actually a lot of miracles, there always are. It is pretty much the definition of life, in my book. I always get that serene smile when I get into the miracle space. I’d say ‘headspace’ except it is more than that. Endocrine system, for one. When I get there the sight of a young child makes me take a deep breath and amp up the serenity a tad. The sight of a dog will makes me laugh. Stuff like that. From where I sit, literally, at my desk, I’ve got the curtain pulled back, and through the window pane I can see the miracle underway. I’m talking about the total eclipse. The moon is about halfway gone. Nice crescent, that. Deeper feeling, wordless feelings, are what is moving me. I mean, I can intentionally expand my consciousness and visualize the Earth, Moon, and Sun; the way the shadow is so precise as it heads toward the temporary theft of the Moon, the way it is all a Cosmic dance that extends much father and further than you may know. It is a dance to the Music of the Spheres. They say that the Music is silent, but I beg to differ, k? It is simply silent to the ears. I know people who can hear this deep, abiding hum, accompanied by shimmering highs, and I am one of them. It ain’t so hard. It’s like looking just right with the eyes, shifting your focus, softening it, just so, and you can then see the energy field of trees. I’m not kidding. We are more than we know, and the Universe, all of existence, is even more so. Like for instance, it is possible to bend time. I did it on the way to work yesterday, as I only had 9-10 minutes to get there right on time (successfully, I might add. At legal speeds the drive takes 15 minutes). As I entered that level of consciousness I actually felt it; expansive, vibrant with immediacy. This has never happened before. Usually it is simply a matter of faith, and that is enough. So I had a big WOW as I felt on out the Jicarilla Peak, yonder in the Pecos Wilderness area — gotta be an easy 15-20 miles, as the crow flies; if not more (BTW, crows make me laugh too). And each and every inch along the way. Listen, ya had to be there. I suspect that we all have these experiences once in a while, but most folks don’t feel them. Just as a side note, one such version of this phenomenon is falling in love. Talk about yer patience! A man can wait a long time, knowing full well that time has got flat out nothing to do with it. He may not even notice for a short, or even a lengthy period of time. Once the process begins there ain’t no stopping it. Note here: I use the word ‘man’ intentionally, so don’t go all feminist on me, k? I don’t know what it’s like for a woman, seein’ how I ain’t one. But I am a feminist. I got rigorous training from my ex-wife, then took and kept the useful parts, and tossed the rest.

And what a sight it is! The cool part is that I could sit in my usual spot and watch Her go dark. Breathtaking. When I softened my focus there were suddenly two moons, like two eyes looking back. They looked like cat’s eyes, wide and unflinching. Friggin cats. They gotta get into everything. So now it’s time to start getting to the day. I’ve got a doctor appointment at 8:45. We still say ‘doctor’. This is a Nurse Practitioner visit. A full physical checkup. And  the nurse is a brand new practitioner for me. No, I’m not nervous. I enjoy a good mystery.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.


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