My daily horoscope tells me that I have: "strong needs that simply cannot be fulfilled no matter how helpfully the sky smiles on you". This rings true. What I need is that which humans of conscience need, to live in a just society where individuals are valued and allowed to reach their potential. I need society to be something I want to belong to. I may need this more intensely than some members of the human race, but not as intensely as others. Those without conscience or consciousness seem not to experience this need, nor do they feel inclined to tolerate that it be met in any significant way.
I am resigned that this strong need, that I feel so deeply and intensely, simply cannot be fulfilled. For today. Tomorrow who knows?
That the sky is smiling on me also rings true.
Yesterday was a tonic. The temperature rose to 15 degrees centigrade. The sun shone. I donned my very ugly big blue hat and sat on a chair, on the deck, in the sun. It did not take long for the effects of spring to penetrate my frozen psyche. I began to thaw and experience joy. Everything around me suddenly blazed into bright focus. Colour, shape and perspective became fluid and pulsing with life. Sky, clouds, pine needles blowing in the breeze, the freckles on my arm, all these things, and much more, appeared miraculously beautiful.
This morning, as I gazed out the window, munching happily on my toast, my eye caught movement throught the trees, on the road in front of the house. Two beautiful healthy deer meandered into sight and moved gracefully down the road towards the bush.
Wonder is a timeless, ageless experience. It hasn’t changed since first memory. I never tire of it.
Our domestic existence has evolved into spring activities. Attila has determined that the wood from the deck that was sheared off the house this spring is not suitable for supporting stacked firewood. Yesterday he burned half the rotting wood, and will attempt to burn the rest this evening. He wants to accomplish this immediately, while everything is still damp from the retreating snow, to avoid any danger of losing control of the fire.
This morning was the first since November 2006, that we did not have a morning fire. Tomorrow we will need one, as the temperatures are still dropping to near zero degrees at night and some heat is needed to maintain comfort. Attila and I repositioned our easy chairs to face the east window and the rising sun, and so we watched the sunrise as we sipped our morning coffee.
Actually, the sun is shining brightly out there, and I am heading for my ugly blue hat and the door!
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Give Me Your Hand
Artist: Patrick Ball
Wind E 15 km/h
Rel Humidity 41%
Pressure 101.98 kPa
Visibility 14 km
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