Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Soon, said the Coyote

It's nice to have a window behind the monitor. By the new light, I see the north ridge. I hear the rooster crowing.

Jack went back to sleep.

Earlier, I heard a coyote.

Friday, August 23, 2013

Greatness

Only about fifty this morning. Yesterday it thundered all day, power out for about three hours. Plumber came out, put in a new sink for the downstairs bathroom, and fixed the leaking standpipe outside.

AJ slept upstairs last night.

The neighbor lady walked by (no bike today) around 6:30 as usual. Her bird dog with her. Jack lost his mind as always. The pointer basically ignores him. I called him, put him in the trailer while I fed the chickens. He will come when I call him, but it takes effort, particularly when there's a distraction, like other people, or a German shorthair trotting down the road.

Geese lately. Hear them moving around down at the alfalfa field. Not this morning, though.

Greatness is hardly ever recognized in its time. Seth said, "There are great men and women who go unknown. Their contemporaries ignore them." What I know to be so didn't come from books, the books only corroborated what I already knew, or sensed.

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Morning

The sky is new, sun yet to appear over old mountains. Prince Blackjack sleeps behind me in the big chair; not really my dog, but we've bonded, and he spends most of his time with me.

AJ won't get up for a couple of hours; she never was a morning person. She is getting stronger every day.

A little breezy this morning, the leaves on the poplar are trembling, turning yellow already. As I type, I recognize that "I" am not really here, that I am not a body, and this is a dream. The things that most people use to prove this all is real: pain and comfort, sorrow and happiness; all these prove to me that this is unreal, because they all are temporary. Happiness that goes away is not happiness, but fear. True happiness is eternal, as our Self is eternal. People struggle with these ideas, thinking eternal means unending time, dragging on and on. It is hard for them to grasp that it means there is only now.

Jack rolled over on his back...now he's on his side again. He's very cute for something that doesn't exist.