Ponderation...

" THE BEGINNING IS NEAR " and the unknown is more vivid than ever! " 

 Yrron

S L O W!!!

I was chatting with a dear old friend tonight and somehow we hit the topic of being a slow person...swapping stories of our experience as a slow mover in an increasingly fast paced world. We both were saying it was so great to know someone else that experienced the world very similarly. She was telling me that one of her favorite critters as a kid was a snail!!!
She was also sharing that when people tell her to hurry up, which they have done her entire life, she actually has to go slower. She said: "If I go any faster than my top speed, I wobble...literally!!!"
I fell out on that one. She is my number one candidate for being a board member of The Slower Life Movement, for sure...and will be receiving a Slower Life Movement t-shirt with "Born Slow" on the back!

This is my friend, Juno, all wrapped up snugly after a walk in the rain. She's a sweet potato pie!

It's Good To Get Perspective!

In my first conversation this morning with a friend she was talking about the possibility that planet Earth is simply a compost pile for some other planet!!! That just got me so tickled. Easy enough for me to imagine that...and I also really appreciate how it engages my mind to think much, much bigger and not be so Earthcentric.

A Reminder From a Thought-full Friend

>And what did you do on earth?< I descended daily into the hush – if only for a moment, but sometimes for blessed hours at a time. I followed the shimmering threads which lured me into the night, full of wonder at all that was unfolding. I opened myself wide to gratitude, to the delight that there was anything at all, much less pink-petaled peonies and generous handfuls of red berries, the incredible sweetness of things, or the way dawn and dusk could reveal my own new thresholds, how a walk by the sea can change everything, and that I could be so well loved, and love in return, that I could dance on earth’s forest floor and say “yes” to life from the belly of sorrow. >And what was the best of it?< I was saved by beauty again and again, the golden glimmer of sunlight across wet pavement revealing a luminous world, and the stone ruins of churches and monasteries, with their arches of ancient longing holding ten thousand prayers, ten thousand paths to hope. >And what would you have changed?< Only perhaps to have worried less about what might come, which never did in exactly the way I imagined. And to spend less time in front of screens, offering more of myself to the elements of wind and rain and mud, to roll with playful abandon in the wet grass, the way dogs do. >And what will you do now?< I will reach across the veil and whisper the word “remember” to anyone who will listen.

"Remember" by Christine Valters Paintner

Feral-ish!

This handsome fellow lives outside in downtown Occidental, CA. amongst a colony of his peers. Much to their credit they have convinced of covey of human admirer's to feed them daily and look after their general well being. One of the retail store owners near the colony puts out food for his neighbors but he says there are only a few brave enough to come up on his porch and eat. This tuxedo guy is one. He will even let the human pick him up on occasion and brush him. Mostly though, it seems 

Tux prefers that other humans ogle over his handsomeness from a distance!!! 

Bed Head!!!

I went to bed last night with my hair wet, worked on it all night long and this is the result!!! There's a lot of action goin' on up there...surprised I could sleep at all!