What a difference a few weeks can make and how powerful the influence of the season upon the mood. If ever evidence were needed that we are mere creatures of nature, there be it.
Tag: Reverie
Winter
Rumination, or call it reflection perhaps. Free of the destructive connotations of the former, the latter seems more wholesome. A liberating appraisal of a life lived less well than it could have been.
Which Way
Will you listen, perchance, to a holy man or prophet. Does philosopher or mage have the answers you seek, a fool even.
Gardening for the Soul
Recently, gardening has become more than a metaphor for me. I have followed Candide in a literal sense and found great peace in our garden.
Equanimity
Equanimity, the acceptance of unity and seeing through duality.
Being
Sitting in the garden listening to the rain.
Sitting in the Rain
Gene Kelly may have danced; I just sat but with equal pleasure no doubt.
Age or Change
My mind drifted this morning, far from the algorithm I was working on. Was I old I wondered or had I simply changed.
A Garden in the Night
Last night was a night of my soul, but not a dark one.
And Did Those Feet
I felt it as soon as I sat down, the presence. Or was it a smell, a feeling a sound of silence.