The Anticipation of Snow

“The cave you fear to enter holds the treasure you seek.”~ Joseph Campbell

“I was gratified to be able to answer promptly, and I did. I said I didn’t know.” ~ Mark Twain

“Your assumptions are your windows on the world. Scrub them off every once in a while, or the light won’t come in.” ~ Isaac Asimov

“I’m intimidated by the fear of being average.” ~ Taylor Swift

There is a tremor, the anticipation of snow, wicked cold morning, and one more pot of coffee means that I will have to go into town for more, lest I have none left for tomorrow morning. But I want more coffee. So that means . . . ugh. I’d better go early. Life is full of critical dilemmas. Besides, I have to go to the laundromat anyway. It won’t be so hard, right? Right. Woof, I didn’t mean to take you inside of my introvert’s PTSD decision making process. My bad. I just called out to Alexa and had her, it, whatever, bring up some New Age piano music. This device will quintessentially prove to be both fun and valuable for minor research, definitions, and who knows what else. In other words, not just another gadget. And the New Age piano music is pretty. I’d go with something that has lyrics except when I am writing, anything with words will excite my brain, and I know of no way to separate the external words from the internal. Let’s not bother with an example here, I’ve not made that second pot of coffee yet, and the first pot was gone two hours ago. I’m a sleepy head. Yesterday was a sleepy one as well. I know what it is, it’s the (apparently) long road to recovery from that blasted virus. Stuff knocked the crap outta me, and it likely did so because I had let it go so long before I had it looked at. I’ve heard that’s guy stuff, like tough it out, dude. Whatever. I’m rather in an expansive mood this morning. Likely the Full Moon vibes slathered with the vibes of my returning personal energy. This has been a good time for reflection. And when the violent part of the illness had me coughing for periods of time up to an hour long I had a splendid chance to practice mindfulness. Some of those fits were scary, so in the depths of one spell I had the good sense to stop struggling and just let the coughing come. I mean, the coughing was going to come whether I fought it or not, and I chose not. I will endeavor to carry the mindfulness into my daily life; especially for when some jerk pisses me off.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloeiously.

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