What is the provenance of the vicissitudes of consciousness? One day clear and present; in the moment, on top of the curve of knowledge and discernment. One sees distinctly the interconnectedness of worldly experience and the delicate seasonings of ancient wisdom that has been shared poetically by past prophets. In these blessed moments, you may ask me any questions/ I just might tell you the Truth.
On other days, there is opacity; a feeling of ennui; nothing makes any compelling sense, a paucity of purpose and meaning. What is my life about? Don’t ask me questions/ I will only stumble with my words or not speak at all.
What are these changes in latitudes of awareness? Is it chemical, hormonal, or the foibles of an undisciplined mind, the fickleness of growing old?
My takeaway is to accept the muddled days and have the discipline to forgive yourself and pick up a good book, like the Tao Te Ching. It’s not like taking an aspirin, but it plants seeds for one’s recovery; it’s homeopathic. On the good days be humble for the gift of wakefulness, for it is a spiritual gift, and share it by being present with the world around you.
As 2020 has come to a fitful denouement/ here is to a better 2021.
From Little Big Man: Sometimes the magic works and sometimes……..well the rain tells us it’s not a good day for dying. Good to hear from you Jeff ( I had to dig you out of my “compost” pile, hence my tardy response.} Just nice to have an open channel with the “Conifer Crew” and trust all is well in that kind of / sort of way with dumptruck mind and heavy heart on a split shift with clear mind and diamond heart……..with no cards dealt on the table, just leftovers from previous games.
Peace and Love to all.
Thanks Jeff,
There is comfort knowing I am not alone in the swirl of mental up and downs…I know the outdoor fresh air helps me the most. Blessed to be on the farm. I also watch the animals daily routine and that guides me as well. They sure know how to chill and simply gaze all at the same time and some chew their cud.
I need to figure out what our comparable is…and enjoy it more.
Happy New Year Jeff.
Happy New Years Jeff! I really could relate to this post. Since March I have had the pleasure and the time to read 27 books. I for one reason or another have not ventured into my studio to explore my own creativity, yet I have become a Voyager in the story of others
Reading has always been a passion, a comfort a way to travel without leaving home. Often while in conversation with others or even with myself the words, a name ect seems to be beyond my grasp, I have an image in my mind. I guess that’s one of the pleasures of a good book, as a reader one illustrates the the author’s story.