“If a man who can’t count finds a four leaf clover, is he lucky?” ~ Stanislaw Lem
“Philosophy begins in wonder. And at the end when philosophic thought has done its best the wonder remains.” ~ Alfred North Whitehead
“There are two kinds of people in this world: Those who believe there are two kinds of people in this world and those who are smart enough to know better.” ~ Tom Robbins
“When our eyes are graced with wonder, the world reveals its wonders to us. There are people who see only dullness in the world and that is because their eyes have already been dulled. So much depends on how we look at things. The quality of our looking determines what we come to see.” ~ John O’Donohue
Isn’t the quintessential timelessness of grace and wonder the whole point of the exercise, here, smack in the middle of holiday season? Let’s put it this way instead . . . I am far too comfortably sucked-in by the chair. The chair’s sole purpose in life is to thumb it’s nose at gravity on my behalf. Yet gravity is like just about all about perseverance and stuff. I’m actually not sure that any of this makes sense to me; but I have no recollection of having at any point and place in time expected anything to make sense. In fact, I also actually kinda sorta like it this way, because when something does pop up, when something actually does make sense, I get to say “oh wow”. I think they call that a revelation. An epiphany, maybe? One can only hope, right? None of this makes sense this morning. It is a workday, the day before Christmas; the cat in her bed at my side, coffee just now gone, the Moon and clouds are in a silver dance above, roof or no roof, and I got totally too much rest yesterday. Which is a way of saying that I got a little too in deep with the natural cycles of the season. No, I didn’t sleep a lot, and I pretty much restricted any movements to stretching and not much more. Whatever. I need to immerse myself in the holiday retail crowd today because I simply can’t bring myself to rise above it at this point. I already had someone almost call me a humbug, and I just don’t need to go there again. I mean . . . ummmm, ya know . . . I just might say something. And heaven forbid it make sense. It’s just not worth the risk. I am, of course, just playing and being silly. The playful Trickster-y mode, mood, whatever, I am in started back on Friday morning when red fox ran in front of my car as I was driving by the Overland Sheepskin Company, on my way to work. Full winter coat too. Breathtaking. It is only the second fox I have seen in the 24 years I have lived here, and the other was up in the high mountains. This one was closer to home, which is where I want the symbolism to be as well. The Celts considered the fox to be a guide. There I go. But before I go I want to point out that the fox appeared on the Solstice and the Full Moon. Magic is indeed afoot in the land. The Solstice Fox is just the guide I needed; the Solstice Fox dances. I’ve witnessed in person a live coyote dancing. Never a fox. Should be fun. Onward.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.