“Learning is an ornament in prosperity, a refuge in adversity, and a provision in old age.” ~ Aristotle
“The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.” ~ Elisabeth Kübler-Ross
“Prosperity lets go the bridle.” ~ George Herbert
Look at the photo, and wonder. These are the curtains that shade this room from the light that comes through the one and only window. These curtains are before me as I sit as my desk. The window is dingy and needs cleaning. Maybe tomorrow? Yeh, right. Make of that a metaphor, if you will. I can dig it. Not much on my mind this morning except that dazzling smile I see once in a while. I’ve known her since Summer of 1995, when I was working at the drive-through liquor window in Ranchos de Taos, right behind the famous St. Francis church, and she pulled up with a friend riding shotgun, in a car I remember as being a convertible. Both women were round about 21 at the time, and beautiful, with mind-hushing nubile vibes. Yikes. And I’m like ‘dude, you’re like 40 years old’. I didn’t see her for many years, then I did, and now I see her every few weeks. She is even more beautiful now, as she comes within sight of 50. We just smile at each other – and gaze into the eyes. I don’t sense this as romantic, and I’d be lying if I said that there was no sexual attraction involved, but this is one of those rare relationships where definition is not much of a high priority, and the only true commodities in our intersubjective experience are beauty, Light, and brilliance. Yesterday she brought me a jar of canned fresh-picked apricot jam, made by her own hands, which have the look that exposes the hard work she has done through the years, yet they look quite gentle as well. Hard work and gentleness go hand in hand at the best of times. No, I have not tasted the jam yet. It should go with some Carr’s English biscuits, and I’ll get right to that after work. A nice hoppy hazy IPA would be nice as well. I believe in past lives, but my view of them emerges from the concept of simultaneous time, where past, present, and future kinda sorta swirl around together in whatever cosmic gyre they may fall within. I like this woman. Yeh, love as well. But what does it mean? I have no idea. She just makes me smile – and I her. This is life, no más y no menos. This is unconditional brilliance.
All is well. Goof gloriously.