For perspective: the mountain is about ten miles straight across from the donkey shack,and about one mile high.
“The question is not what you look at, but what you see. It is only necessary to behold the least fact or phenomenon, however familiar, from a point a hair’s breadth aside from our habitual path or routine, to be overcome, enchanted by its beauty and significance.” ~ Henry David Thoreau
“There’s nothing wrong with enjoying looking at the surface of the ocean itself, except that when you finally see what goes on underwater, you realize that you’ve been missing the whole point of the ocean. Staying on the surface all the time is like going to the circus and staring at the outside of the tent.” ~ Dave Barry
“Panicky despair is an underrated element of writing.” ~ Dave Barry
How weird it is to see something new blossoming from the extreme tragedy back down in Florida. I can say “back down” because I am up in the high desert mountain of Nuevo Mexico del Norte, USA. Florida is back east because I lived in the Florida Keys for 23 years, and I am now in the desert southwest. Florida is down there because . . . well, ummmm . . . I’m at 7000 feet and Florida is at sea level. Because of my years long residency I feel a strong connection to the school mass murder at Marjorie Stoneman Douglas High School. I know the writing of Marjorie Stoneman Douglas quite well. Her book, The Everglades: River of Grass, (click here) is a remarkable piece of non-fiction. I loved it. It almost reads like a novel. She begins with the arrival of Ponce de Leon, who dubbed his new territory Hispanola, then proceeds to tell the history of Florida, from that day back in 1521 up into the 20th century. The connection I see is that the kids from the high school, fired up from the horror they endured and survived, have risen to a revolutionary level within the one week since the massacre. They are a power to behold. And they have leaders (friggin high school kids!) who are so much more eloquent and articulate than the president of this nation that the president has ended up looking and sounding like a . . . ummmm, I’d best not go there. But, dammit, I’m having a heckuva time keeping my compassion for that man. Listen, the point here is that these kids are literally writing the new history of Florida; and even the nation. They will win this fight, or so they say. I reckon they will. This is juggernaut stuff going on here. Yeh, I have spent a goodly amount of time this morning, watching videos from and about this rising tide of children. They have awakened in a way that has not been seen since the 60s. For all of you non-Boomers out there I can only say that we changed the world back then. Dude, like you have no idea, dude. It is happening again, right before your eyes, and in your ears. Listen. Watch. New history is burgeoning in a beautiful way. This is the way of the mythological phoenix, except you have blood instead of ashes. This is what rising consciousness looks like. Now, having said all of that, I’m gonna step out on the deck to look at the snow on the ground, and listen to the silence. There wasn’t much snow last night. But that’s not the point. Yeh, I wanted more – but you can’t truly see the beauty when viewing through glasses of unfulfilled expectations. Bisy backson.
The overcast sky is lightening. Sunrise is only an hour away. It is snowing almost not at all. I’ve heard no sounds of vehicles or animals since I first awakened. The silence ain’t golden so much as it is crystalline in a rich and proper way. I’ve got no use for gold. Give me optical grade Mexican calcite crystals any day, and I will thank you kindly. Crystals like that are all about refraction. Gaze into them and you end up gazing into the depths of your mind and dreams. If you look just right you can also see the outlines of your soul. I enjoy doing that. Now, the refraction comes in when you put a scientific view into the picture. Refraction of light can turn that light into rainbows. Soooo, going forward, I’ve got a fairly big day ahead of me. Psychotherapy at noon, pizza party at work. I’m off today, but who in their right mind would pass up free pizza. I’ll have only one slice, and I’ll take another home for dinner. I must eat light because I have a massage at 4 PM. My lovely masseuse has good hands, and she knows my muscles and knots quite well. Then pick up a pint of IPA at the convenience store — then home just in time for pizza again. It don’t get no better than that.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.