Any Major Dude Will Tell You

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“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more”  ~ Lord Byron

“Find meaning. Distinguish melancholy from sadness. Go out for a walk. It doesn’t have to be a romantic walk in the park, spring at its most spectacular moment, flowers and smells and outstanding poetical imagery smoothly transferring you into another world. It doesn’t have to be a walk during which you’ll have multiple life epiphanies and discover meanings no other brain ever managed to encounter. Do not be afraid of spending quality time by yourself. Find meaning or don’t find meaning but ‘steal’ some time and give it freely and exclusively to your own self. Opt for privacy and solitude. That doesn’t make you antisocial or cause you to reject the rest of the world. But you need to breathe. And you need to be.” ~ Albert Camus

There is an urge . . . ummmm, that ain’t happening. What I mean is I’d love to be out on the mesa watching the storm roll in, while haunted by the powder keg of a nation we live in. It’s not a metaphorical storm. I’m talkin’ the real deal. Rain maybe snow here in the valley, up to a foot of snow up on the high peaks. Alright Drought, get offa my lawn! Ahem. As I was saying . . . the urge thing . . . to sit in a rocker, a tiny nugget of Indica in the corncob pipe . . . feel the deep-flowing currents of our spiritual nature . . . this stuff runs deep . . .  way deep. And unlike the surface, where the bellowing wind can stir the waters to froth and frenzy, the deeper stuff runs cool, and calm, and silent. No, scratch that. Not silent. It’s the friggin ocean. There’s a lot going on in there. As for our deeper spiritual nature, I am thinking of our state of consciousness. For several months now I have been thinking of the “Jump Time”, that point where the level of consciousness of the whole world makes a quantum leap and we all end up better people. Way better. The leap is exponential. Nothing will ever be the same. I believe it will happen, but not in my lifetime. From where I sit at this point and place in time I choose to view the truly horrendous things happening in America as potential birth pangs. Now, I could get going and take off on this theme, but the topic is more suited to a piece written out over days, not in a few minutes before I gotta git my assets down into Taos to go to work; thought out and fed patience. Maybe some other time, right? Right. Personally speaking, I am going through a “jump outta your skin” phase with the anxiety. But the benefit of this physiological and psychological cycle is that it drives me deeper into that calm place. It took me years to learn then hone the skill to grow beyond, for whatever time necessary, the pain and buzz of critical anxiety. The thing is I can’t hold that state of mind beyond the needed time period. I can’t be held, by me, by anyone. It’s the old grabbing a fistful of water thing. You do the math. It’s the Tao, the Watercourse Way. Flow dude, like all gnarly and stuff. Clinical anxiety, the chronic stuff, is a serious thunderstorm. While it is raging you may also feel that at any given moment the demon is at your door. Just remember, in the morning it won’t be there no more. Any major dude will tell you. And on that note I simply must be going. Workday ahead. There I go.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.

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