“From where we stand the rain seems random. If we could stand somewhere else, we would see the order in it.” ~ Tony Hillerman
“To live on a day-to-day basis is insufficient for human beings; we need to transcend, transport, escape; we need meaning, understanding, and explanation; we need to see over-all patterns in our lives. We need hope, the sense of a future. And we need freedom (or, at least, the illusion of freedom) to get beyond ourselves, whether with telescopes and microscopes and our ever-burgeoning technology, or in states of mind that allow us to travel to other worlds, to rise above our immediate surroundings. We may seek, too, a relaxing of inhibitions that makes it easier to bond with each other, or transports that make our consciousness of time and mortality easier to bear. We seek a holiday from our inner and outer restrictions, a more intense sense of the here and now, the beauty and value of the world we live in.” ~ Oliver Sacks
“Each of us is dealt a unique hand of tastes and aptitudes, like curiosity, ambition, empathy, a thirst for novelty or for security, a comfort level with the social or the mechanical or the abstract. Some opportunities we come across click with our constitutions and set us along a path in life.” ~ Stephen Pinker
Frankly, I could put off just about anything this morning. It’s not for lack of interest. The bottom line is that I seem to have what the great Dana Carvey called “a case of the fuck-its”. It not for lack of trying. Yeh, it is what it is, right? The sheer force of the daily news is only part of what effectively bowled me over. Speaking of daily news, the best thing I have seen lately is the photos of a lake they found on Mars. (Click here). 50 miles across – 530 cubic miles of water ice. Let that sink in. Is there water on Mars? Yeh, there is. Anyway . . . intellectually speaking, today, I am all about patterns and pattern recognition. Such recognition is a skill I was born with. It was strongly reinforced in the after-effects of my NDE. And most of the time it manifests through anxiety from the friggin PTSD. But sometimes the shackles snapped on by PTSD get released through circumstances in my daily life. It happened yesterday. Full Moon, Winter Solstice; lots of magic in the air. It had to do with tall beautiful blond women. Or two of them anyway. The first woman came into the store where I work yesterday. I don’t see her all that often, but it is always a pleasure when I do. Some kind of soul connection, though I have no idea what the nature of that connection might be. There is no need to know. Mystery is good. After she left it was not even five minutes before the second one arrived. I’ve known her nearly as long as I have lived a qui en Taos. We met when we were both entering our original painting in a Chamber of Commerce show, back in 1995. She was behind me in line. I don’t recall the exact details, but one of the volunteers for the registration had occasion to talk to both of us at once, and she pretty openly assumed that we were a couple. Both of us blushing a bit, we assured her that we weren’t. The woman then said something to the effect of “Well, you certainly could be. Look at you, you’re both quite attractive”. Yeh, whatever. To this day, when we see each other, which is not often at all, it is all smiles and Light and stuff. Go figure. These two women give me a warm feeling of ‘knowing’ each time I see them. As I said, soul connections. Tis a wordless knowing I feel. To see them both within five minutes of each other was magical for me. Yeh, patterns sometimes flow together. We are connected to some people in ways that really cannot be explained logically. That’s all. Time to get to my workday. Listen, I had a hard time putting yesterday’s happenings into words. Awkward was I. My two beautiful blond friends gave me a wordless gift, an ambient feeling of warmth in my heart and soul. And it lingers today. Sweet.
Peace out, y’all, Goof gloriously.