“I know that pain is the most important thing in the universes. Greater than survival, greater than love, greater even than the beauty it brings about. For without pain, there can be no pleasure. Without sadness, there can be no happiness. Without misery there can be no beauty. And without these, life is endless, hopeless, doomed and damned. Adult. You have become adult.” ~ Harlan Ellison
“People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.” ~ Jim Morrison
Here’s the photo, taken a few days ago at sunrise, in the climax of the two storms that whooped on us last week. The temperature was about 5º F, wind oscillating between 20-30 mph, a lull in the thick of swirling winds, wind chill factor -17º F, and I couldn’t find my gloves. The car was nearly encased in a plaster of snow and frost. Thick stuff. The front door was frozen shut so I had to go in through the back door, climb through the cramped space above a few boxes of stuff in the back seat, wiggle through the gap between the front seats, groaning and shivering, remembering my age, then lay back next to the gear shift stick and kicked the door open. It worked. I started the car to warm it up, then lit a cigarette. Yikes. Tis no easy thing I did. My eyes and fingertips got frost-burned that morning. They still hurt a bit this morning. Poor me, right? Uh huh. The drive to work was no better.
Through stress, mental and physical, my chronic neck pain got way aggravated. Ouch. Arms, shoulders, neck, the whole magilla. I wish I could run down to have my lovely massage therapist rub out this pain a little. Alas, money is too short. My spirits are high this morning. I got out of bed and for what ever reason I made stomping sounds like Godzilla as I headed for the bathroom. How odd, but funny. I stopped that silliness and knelt down to say good morning to Rosie the cat. I explained to her that I thought I was Godzilla. I have no idea where this silliness came from, but it is rare for me to wake up in a light-hearted mood. I’m sure the gratitude work I have been doing has something to do with me thinking I was Godzilla. As for now tis time to get moving. Alexa tells me it is a balmy 11º. I look forward to the day. I I carry ibuprofen and Tylenol in my back pack. It little jar of Tiger Balm as well. Hmmmm, I wonder if my inner Godzilla will show through at work today? I hope so; it amuses me. Ciao.
All is well. Goof gloriously.