Snipping the Scraggles

“Inside us there is something that has no name, that something is what we are.” ~ José Saramago

“Once the soul awakens, the search begins and you can never go back. From then on, you are inflamed with a special longing that will never again let you linger in the lowlands of complacency and partial fulfillment. The eternal makes you urgent. You are loath to let compromise or the threat of danger hold you back from striving toward the summit of fulfillment.” ~ John O’Donohue

“Seek out that particular mental attribute which makes you feel most deeply and vitally alive, along with which comes the inner voice which says, ‘This is the real me,’ and when you have found that attitude, follow it.” ~ William James

Silly me. A few days ago it dawned on me that I had these same physical symptoms this time last year. And I was like “Duh, humidifier?”. It was sitting right there the whole time – of course. I ran it all night, and made things better. The coffee is good as well. The cat is mellow, on my lap. Well, there is one thing: the morning news is pretty disturbing. All told, it’s a nice morning.

“Mountains are not Stadiums where I satisfy my ambition to achieve, they are the cathedrals where I practice my religion.” ~ Anatoli Boukreev

The opening paragraph, I admit, was written yesterday. And the opening image was placed as well. So this morning I decided to include an additional photo of the mountains in Winter, to balance out the mountains in Summer. Just kinda seems right somehow. So, what else? Yes, I am totally tired of these deep-cold mornings, yet equanimity requires that I stay balanced about it, throughout it, whatever. Ain’t working, but that’s okay. I’ve been feeling none too balanced lately, in general. I admit that I would be a chronic homebody regardless of the weather. My recognition of the need for substancial change in my life has morphed into the realization that need has nothing to do with it at this point. It has begun, and it’s a matter of riding it out and staying cognizant of the process. I’m tired, and have been for a while, yet the familiarity of long-standing tiredness can be a boon in that knowledge is power, and that means it ain’t so hard to progress anymore in the presense of tiredness. All I have to do is resist the urge to call myself lazy. Well . . . that’s not all it . . . oh, never mind. Depressed yet armed with fairly good humor, I must face the day. How nice it would be to lounge around and watch Star Trek NextGen all day. That sort of thing definitely calms my Spirit. So does making a day’s wages. Also, my interactions with the public are excellent Medicine. I had my two days off – an object at rest tends to stay at rest. That sort of thing. So I go into the day to earn a day’s wages, and to be vigilant in hoping for a nice smile from some woman. That’s another good Medicine, because it requires me to be worth smiling at. Time to go snip the scraggles off of my beard. Ooooo, now I know I’m in better shape than I thought. I mean, who writes “snip the scraggles”?! Really? I coined the word “scraggles”, noting to myself that by all rights it should already be a legit word. I should note that there is a commercial product named Scraggles the Teddy Bear available at Walmart. So, if I retain my scraggles would women think I’m a teddy bear? And on that note . . . catch ya on the flip-flop.

All is well. Goof gloriously.

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