“It is a thing that knows no limit, and before it all men are equal; and the silence of king or slave, in presence of death, or grief, or love, reveals the same features, hides beneath its impenetrable mantle the self-same treasure. For this is the essential silence of our soul, our most inviolable sanctuary, and its secret can never be lost” ~ Maurice Maeterlinck
“People never seemed to notice that, by saving time, they were losing something else. No one cared to admit that life was becoming ever poorer, bleaker and more monotonous. The ones who felt this most keenly were the children, because no one had time for them any more. But time is life itself, and life resides in the human heart. And the more people saved, the less they had.” ~ Michael Ende
“Wishes cannot be summoned up or kept away at will. They come from deeper within us than good or bad intentions. And they spring up unannounced.” ~ Michael Ende
Top o’ the mornin’ to y’all. Sunday morning with a good snow just beginning to let loose. Today is a 92nd anniversary of my mom’s birth. The snow somehow seems fitting. Mom had, in the earlier years of her paintings, a penchant for oil paints and “dead trees” as my dad used to call them. Having spent the last seven months of her life at her side I know through feelings about her love for the transitory side of Nature, of which Winter scenery was the most magical transition of all. For her as well as for me. Says the guy who lived at subtropical sea-level for many many years, and now at 7000+ feet in the desert mountain region of Northern New Mexico. It gets friggin cold up in these parts. I was out and about for a short while, not an hour ago, and was nearly mesmerized by the plump flakes so gently falling. It will be a good day to let loose in a bigger way than usual. This does not necessarily entail any notable change in the activities (or not) during the day. A misty snowy day is a large-scale magical event. Make the best of it. That’s what I say. The Ancestors walk nearby on such a day as this. As do the gods and goddesses. Their presence is so acute that it seems unnatural to deign to actually ask for things, or to tell them all what is and what ain’t. Anyway . . . hopefully I will be able to get out to the store in a while, otherwise I will have to deal with the scant food available in the house at the moment. The prospects are looking good at this time. Iffin I do make it out I will partake in a little exploration of this happy-making storm. When the veil gets this thin there is very little difference between the Inner and Outer journey. That’s yer bigger way right there, my friends.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.
Eyeyotee 