“We take a handful of sand from the endless landscape of awareness around us and call that handful of sand the world.” ~ Robert Pirsig
“Anxiety, the next gumption trap, is sort of the opposite of ego. You’re so sure you’ll do everything wrong you’re afraid to do anything at all. Often this, rather than “laziness” is the real reason you find it hard to get started” Robert Pirsig
“I think it’s much more interesting to live not knowing than to have answers which might be wrong. I have approximate answers and possible beliefs and different degrees of uncertainty about different things, but I am not absolutely sure of anything and there are many things I don’t know anything about, such as whether it means anything to ask why we’re here. I don’t have to know an answer. I don’t feel frightened not knowing things, by being lost in a mysterious universe without any purpose, which is the way it really is as far as I can tell.” ~ Richard Feynman
Other than the ringing in the ears being loud it’s a quiet morning. What is it with ringing ears, anyway? When I leave home the ringing leaves my awareness because there is a lot of noise in town and on the road. Does the ringing stop during those hours when I am at work, or getting to and from work safely? Just sayin’. There ain’t no way to know that. And . . . oh, never mind. It’s kinda sorta hard to totally resist mentioning the terrorist attack throughout this week, all on American soil (a good bath would take care of that), by an American citizen. And he loves his “Daddy” and his Daddy’s on TV and stuff. Now, let me back right out of that Carl Hiaasen-like snark, even before I begin. I love Carl, especially his first 4-5 books. His first novel, “Tourist Season”, I consider to be a masterpiece on many levels. But bear in mind that I became a Hiaasen fan reading his periodic columns in the Miami Herald. Usually I was reading it about 4 AM. It was always such a soothing thing to awake at 3 AM, daily, put on a pot of coffee, then hop on my bicycle and head out into the tropical darkness to purchase a newspaper from a box. One night I got pulled over by a County cop. As I stood there, astride my trusty steed, bathed in the headlights from his cruiser, he got our of the vehicle and stepped up to me. “What are you doing out at this hour?”. See, I was still in the cusp of the near-fatal head trauma; awash with love and light within. Outside? Life went on. So, anyway, I was still pretty loopy and looking for an anchor, nearly delirious all the while. But cheerful. So when the cop asked me the question I smiled at him and replied “I live here”. It seemed to satisfy him, and he told me to be safe; but not before he checked my driver’s license. Seein’s how he was a peace officer I reckon that was the right thing to say. But, alongside Hiaasen there was also Ellen Goodman, and Al Burt. And then there was the inimitable Molly Ivans. Wow.
I just stepped out to bathe in the morning darkness. Morning reading time has, through the years, also come to include writing time. Whatever. Right? Writing time is about over as well. Workday. Today I am inclined not toward the intellectual side of life, rather more toward the Divine Feminine. Love and nurture and all that good stuff. It makes for a good start to the day, right? Right.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.