Porch Sitting Days Approach
Originally uploaded by blackwingedboy.
It's been quite a day, facing up to the extremes that my child will go to if given his way, the realization that this is both a good and a bad thing, the source of both my creative spirit and my behaviourial addictions.
I had a chance to embrace my single day lifetime concept this weekend, however, the idea that each morning is a new life and each night is the transition into the Dreaming. It's given today a new color. Instead of a mad tumble forward, losing time, catching time, it's resolved into the humor and good natured wisdom of letting flow be flow.
In twilight, the last minutes before and after the sun set over the Olympic peaks, I was on my porch, leaned back in the cradle of my chair. I remembered how often I would lie in the cradle of the giant maple tree in my front yard as a kid, feeling the wind on my cheeks and the texture of wood knots under my blonde scalp. I remembered the innocent and goal-less moments of passing time in the inbetween, of the crow calls and the swish of tires on pavement, the last scrabbles of squirrel feet and the far away train whistle.
Tonight it was the Fremont bridge horn, trumpeting like a giant waterfowl, one long and two short. It was the reminder that listening is only just being open to whatever silence or syllables will come.
- i'm feeling kinda:
relaxed
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Thanks for this reminder.
As an adult, nothing is quite as delicious as laying on my back, shoes and socks off in the grass in summer and watching the clouds overhead. All this buzz and activity, all that technology and those shiny devices, the need to fill time with something other than the passing of it, I think makes the gap in connection grow wider and wider. We are animals. We live in bodies in a world that is going on around us. We live in time that is ever changing, with a million million molecules and memories and moments that spin and sift around us. We don't control that world, we just grant ourselves the illusion that we do and can. And the thought of kids not getting the teaching and the knowledge of how rapturous slowing it down and listening, letting the body sink into the world, letting your skin by the grass and the wind and your blood be the current of the waters... that saddens me.
So it's as much of a reminder you telling me as it was you reading it initially :) Thank you.
picture and word post by willum= happy boo.
quite a weekend for us too so far.
big breakthrough on my part followed by a party with old old friends and J's relaxation settling in.
much to be said.
Love you !
thanks also for reminding me that summer was so spacious at one time. perhaps that time can again be now.
and, please...tag you are it.
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