We walked in the park yesterday about 2:00 pm, 26 degrees, specifically wanting to see if the ducks were there. Not a one. Wonder where they disappear to in this harsh, snowy weather? Also wonder how deep the ice is frozen under that smooth layer of snow.
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Webinar was really good last night, as our new mix of people discussed BT chapters 8&9, very complex including the nature of humanity and the creation and meaning of Loonderperzo and Anulios in Gurdjieff’s cosmos. You will never fathom the gist of this tale in one lonesome reading.
Baruch emailed us more info about amber this morning, a very romantic Scandinavian story about Odin’s daughter. Freya somehow drove away her husband and her punishment was to wear a necklace by Loki the rest of her life and to weep tears of gold on the earth and amber on the sea if they dropped that far.
Now I need to read that whole myth and locate my amber necklaces. Guess I have the time to do it if I can whomp up the energy. Tomorrow is another day. I hope.
Bob, Columbia White, Mary Helen Bryant, Nolan WVa c 1943
Won’t say much yet. Mom with her good friend (sister in law) and youngest brother, presumably at home, a company shanty in a coal town.
Chihuly Exhibit 2006 Columbus
JP hard at work, at crack of dawn at 8-10 F
So far feels like a normal ME snowstorm. We’re not planning any trips out today, but I think all the excitement was that the system covered almost the whole country.
It would be great if it dampened the chaos in the so-called sanctuary cities, which are phenomenally noisy and provocative pockets of anti-Federalism, but not States’ Rights advocates, using an old traditional framework. They seem to fancy themselves Revolutionaries or kind hearted defenders of the downtrodden. OK by me, if they keep it indoors and within legal ways and means. And if don’t start a New Civil War driven by TDS.
Well, I did not know I’d be addressing this subject again this morning. Must be perturbations of my peace of mind —or as some friends would denominate it, “white privilege.” Could be a touch of cabin fever. Or maybe all this snow is today’s white thing, propping up my unearned privileges.
Oooh. That sounds bitter. I’ll let it stand, since irony is my target. But my ironies go over heads. For instance, L called me petty and mean in a text yesterday. I acknowledged it and forwarded the “Bargaining” post, which was likely unread. Me indulging yet another WP.
Here’s the real irony: I like to talk, actually converse, ie not just hear myself. I’m good at it. But no one engages with me. Practically no one, that is, except 4-5 webinar friends. I can tell. You can measure my verity, too, by checking out the number of comments on my blog: One, weeks ago. Yes, I’ve sent invites to follow this to many friends and relatives.
Nonetheless, I’m talking to myself. How many of us do that? Are we aware we do it? I can think of one, who cracks my heart, and she’s not a singleton, just the closest. She would say I don’t listen. I say I do; I just may not agree. After all is said and done, listening is partner to talking, sine qua non to conversation.
That’s all for the moment. I’m tired of talking to the void of my own silence.
SB picture, Mt. Rainier
This is so fabulous. Children playing sports in a majestic landscape. What heaven ought to be? Or how about normal life?
Nearly midnight now after an up and down day. Six phone calls to mostly stressed loved ones. No tv news today or tv, period. And it was good. But hours with phone clutched in hand, including now. Have I become a lab animal pecking at keys all day, waiting for grain to drop? Well, I did sweep and walk in snow, and I cooked beef roast with Yorkshire pudding for dinner. And C waded through 8 inches of snow with pup Nola this evening to visit all three of us. That’s reality and normalcy anyway. Thank you, Jesus!
I so hate diddling with tech issues, like this Google refusal to access my photos. Looks like I need to scout out other blog apps and I dread it
Guess not. Google will not let me access my photos. I’m done for now.
May need to start my blog on a new app I’ll let you know
Still snowing at home this morning, light and pretty with mild temps and no wind. No complaints.
Trip to Walmart with Red yesterday. Can’t believe I spent $115. Well, the frozen chicken pot pie and shepherds pie from Massachusetts were $28 and we got an armload of sugary stuff, which is certainly not cheap, then personal care products, also probably pricy which is a conundrum since costs less there than elsewhere. Does it tell me , anything about inflation? Not really can neither of affirm nor deny government claims.
Red was popular as ever there. We went due to avoid cold windy weather, but stopped briefly at the park near sunset.
While loading our three bags in the car at the parking lot I smelled pot and thought, “Is my mind playing tricks on me? here too?” The car was in the handicap zone near the store’s door, and a crumpled-looking aging short woman with missing front teeth ambled towards us, smiling. She started chatting generally and I responded genially, then she got to a point: would you sign petition for marijuana referendum. “No. Something in the newspaper about it….” She tried to overcome my objections, but the one was, “ I don’t use it and I don’t care about it either way.”
Boy oh boy, what we get for salesman these days,, but she’s got good technique if she could get her appearance smartened up! Maybe Red could give her some pointers:)
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| Dream drawing, 1-30-17, happily gave it to a friend |
Yesterday was gray and wet. Today is sunny and cold. Both types of weather are good excuses for Red and meto stay indoors, it would seem. I’m contemplating taking the little guy shopping as well as attending PSC tonight for L’sl automatic writing and meditation session…and the pleasure of their company.
The Oskiano sessions were exceptional. Electric universe is SO engrossing, but look for it yourself—too complex for any synopsis from me. Ekant’s Practical Meditation brought really new techniques and insights into practice. I feel sorry for Workers who missed this experience.
Four hours to Work by studying. First topic by Robin is The Electric Universe and the Work. Elantra conduct the second, PracticalMeditation. These are always intriguing and engaging programs with my favorite electronic peops. My only complaint is physical: sitting so long hardens all my joints even if stand up and move around. Oh well, no pain no gain?
RS and Will would remind me this is a fine opportunityto practice sensing throughout.
6:42 am sunrise, 2-26-23 going to GA?
Always gets back to computers, doesn’t it? So convenient till they’re not. This time it’s the printer 12. Pages should not take an hour, but it seems to do that every time and for some reason will not print several of the pages. I need despite any efforts. Woe is me? Everybody’s problems should be this easy. Keep it all in perspective
Sunset, I mean. Even the ordinary out the back door down the driveway view warms the emotions with the flood of brilliant color and shadow. And to think we have an opportunity to enjoy it almost every day of our lives. What a connection to the cosmos and the creator!
Notice I’m not waxing so whatever about sunrise, which seems less brilliant, possibly because of the slow daily venture from sleep to consciousness. Still love those long morning shadows, blue skies and soft orange light on the trees of sunny days, and gray days cast their spell as well.
Can’t deny the major effect weather and planet on psyche of all living creatures, whether or not acknowledged.
