A Contemplative Life

Sunny starts, near finishes, and how we are here to love one another.... I woke EARLY this morning, probably going to be a more than usual caffeinated kind of day. Sometimes that's how life goes. Amazing how that tiny star is an enormous planet visible to our naked eyes. (Kind of how our tiny efforts translate into the largest gifts methinks, insert smiley face here.) But! I did get to view, and take adequate photos of, the waning crescent moon AND Saturn! A formidable ridge of high pressure is building into a heat dome for us on the Pacific West Coast, which means no marine layer, allowing for clear nights and early dawn skies, permitting planetary marvels to be appreciated. Saturn became invisible before five thirty a.m., and the sun peeked over the eastern hills at 6.02. Most mornings begin cloaked in cloud and fog, it's truly a gift to watch that sun emerge, as well as enjoy a planet many millions of miles away. Yesterday I finished the last round of edits for Can't Be ...

  This week's Red Sky at Night block, Rolling Star. Green is becoming one of my fave colours. I'm glad it's a new day. Yesterday was....tumultuous. Not because of what you might imagine, but due to rain, memories, and a sense of futility. A decent night's rest alters A LOT. Cups of less than half-caff tea ease the turmoil, and now at 6.13 a.m. I'm feeling able to grasp my life with more than a modicum of relief. PTSD is a funny thing, in the you never know when it's going to strike column. In the how crippling are events from the past you never consider until they have brought you to your knees arena. In the why in the hell am I still bothered by this, that, and the other even though the crap happened over forty years ago element. Hmmm. Fascinating is the human mind, able to slot away shite from one's day-to-day, then BOOM, there is it in a downpour and merely by God's grace there go I into the maelstrom. Suffice to say, being in a car in the middle ...