Saturday, January 19, 2019

Thursday, January 10, 2019

51 years old Jan22.........

Merry Happy holiday season, whichever an what ever it is you choose.... my biggest question this year, as I ease up into the cozy age of 51, "why is it a season of giving?" Shouldn't every day be a day of giving? WHy must it be a season to give? Slowing down, age checking vanity at the door, perspectives change circumstantially..... it would be nice to experience the age of 19 with the knowledge of my 50 year old self: or would it? Is it new found patience or an aging lack of desire that throws me into neutral? My fast lane mental awareness of how the story will end leaves me marking off bad ideas quickly, leaves me with a new kind of hunger, a new kind of special decision. Not so ready to bite into the apple anymore. It's poison after all. Or is it? isn;t that where experience is acquired in the red crisp skin, the juice ever so sweet? Like a small red bird that just flew into my window, gently enough to be able to return to a near by branch and brush it off,,,,, in my upcoming birthday, after you pass a certain mile marker,,, does one fly into windows anymore? I do believe the lessons are never ending up until the very moment of my last breath and yet somehow : similar to the way ancient waters sand down the edge of sharp stone creating a soft curve..... as the age of my wisdom softens the blows of my choices.. softens the needs to an absolute stand still. But in this quiet place the sound of a crisp apple being eaten echoes in my memory,,,,,, In karmic lessons, if there is such a thing as karma, : somehow; as we learn these lessons, over life times, the blandness actually takes on a bit of spice. The waters endless currents give the stones their shape, their character. The giving wether need be or where the blind truly see thru the hands of fate. To give with reverence , in reverence without expectation. To learn & grow up in reverence without expectation... without the things that feed ego: it is a whole new world. Mentally & emotionally In blind turtle style.