“People will not look forward to posterity who never look backward to their ancestors.” ~ Edmund Burke
“No self is of itself alone. It has a long chain of intellectual ancestors. The “I” is chained to ancestry by many factors… This is not mere allegory, but an eternal memory.” ~ Erwin Schrödinger
“Maturity entails a readiness, painful and wrenching though it may be, to look squarely into the long dark places, into the fearsome shadows. In this act of ancestral remembrance and acceptance may be found a light by which to see our children safely home.” ~ Carl Sagan
Time somehow flows oddly this morning. Distorted, maybe indicative of some capricious firing of neurons or something. It is also a morning when I could easily bemoan the cold and frost. Not much snow fell. More is forecast. I got into a brief conversation yesterday with a woman about which app she uses on her smartphone for the forecast. Yeh buddy. It can be maddening to hear the different forecasts from different apps. It is almost as if we are as smart as the info coming through our phones. My phone is a moron. Let’s just leave it at that. I can attest to being smarter than that. Right? Whatever. I can, however, be a nitwit or a knucklehead. Now, going forward. These days after the Solstice are, in my estimation, for getting rest, to cultivate the energies that are getting ready to flow within the coming year. Seeds. Nurturance. Healing. Hosting the cat. Today is a workday. The holiday rush is eased but not over. Many people are saying that they’ve never seen town this busy. Lots of tourists. It’s kinda fun, although traffic in Taos in the daytime has become somewhat of a spectacle and general annoyance. If I want to see a spectacle I’d rather see a fresh heavy snow on the mountains. Maybe later today? I’d like that.
I just stepped out for a smoke. The stars are a tad pale but clear nonetheless. I keep looking back at the weather page. Nothing has changed. How much snow? We shall see. A kind of a sweet feeling is tickling me this morning. My cousin’s daughter just sent me an incomplete genealogy of mom’s side of the family. Seems we are an interesting family. Aren’t they all, right? Just having the pdf on the hard drive makes me feel closer to the Ancestors. I’m not sure what it all means; I just received it night before last. I’ve long been interested in dad’s side of the family, but in my later years I have turned toward the other side. One fascinating thing about mom’s family is that it is where the magical lineage runs. I can’t explain it. Not yet. Although my focus has been predominantly on the mundane world of late, I try to never lose track of the magic. Even something so simple as a pretty woman’s smile. I’ll be on the lookout for those today. I feel a mystery hovering nearby, and I shall be on watch for that as well. This all should keep me busy. That and selling snow sleds to Texans and Californians. As much as I love my regular customers at work it is nice to see some new faces as well. Oh well. A mellow morning is at hand, except for the comical churning sounds in my abdomen. The shower awaits my arrival right now, after a video news clip or two. I’ve tapered off on the news lately – quite naturally. I think of it as a mental health measure. One must take care of oneself, after all.
All is well. Goof gloriously.