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"Man is belief expressed" wrote Phineas Quimby. I believe that is true because I was until today the expression of my belief that winter will always be winter and life is winter and all things are winter and winter is the way of being. But! I did at the same time think down in the deep recesses of my mind and heart that Spring was not stricken and slain down for eternity and that it would one day rise again! And so I am a man who is expressly living in Springtime! 
Yes, the Mighty Chinook has flown into Alberta, finally! Apparently the warm air of the season was held up at the warmport and warmth is NOT dead! Warmth has risen again! Warmth is alive! I giggled like an open-mouthed upward-gazing simpleton today as a typically annoying bug of some flying sort buzzed in and out of my face incessantly. Normally I'd take a baseball bat to such an annoyance. But not today! No, "kind and buzzy little bug, oh nice little bug, oh how nice you are on my eyeball, on my nosehair, inside my ear...ohhhhh, you nice little fly bug, nice buggie"......
It is Shangrila here with bugs and warmth and buds and less, much much less, clothing! It's a miracle! Winter has ended!! It's a miracle! I can see!... green grass! I can hear!...a bounty of birds! I can breathe...out! without seeing my breath!!!!! It's a miracle!!
Okay, okay, so I'm a little excited, yes! But wow, that was a long long long long long long long long..long winter!
To be honest I'm not quite sure I actually believe it's happened. I may still only be dreaming. But good things are awakening so I'm sure it's not a dream.
I read a quote today: "Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished" Some day I'm going to get me a schedule like Nature I actually read that quote years ago and I recall how I used to think of Nature as the trees and mountains and sky and plants and animals. Yet my own self is Nature, since it is organic in its own nature, and feeds off of the nature of the land, the environment it's in. It beats a heart and processes billions of processes all at once, and silently, and ceaselessly, even when I sleep. It makes me smile that we never think about nature as ourselves, only something outside of us.
Yes, the Mighty Chinook has flown into Alberta, finally! Apparently the warm air of the season was held up at the warmport and warmth is NOT dead! Warmth has risen again! Warmth is alive! I giggled like an open-mouthed upward-gazing simpleton today as a typically annoying bug of some flying sort buzzed in and out of my face incessantly. Normally I'd take a baseball bat to such an annoyance. But not today! No, "kind and buzzy little bug, oh nice little bug, oh how nice you are on my eyeball, on my nosehair, inside my ear...ohhhhh, you nice little fly bug, nice buggie"......It is Shangrila here with bugs and warmth and buds and less, much much less, clothing! It's a miracle! Winter has ended!! It's a miracle! I can see!... green grass! I can hear!...a bounty of birds! I can breathe...out! without seeing my breath!!!!! It's a miracle!!
Okay, okay, so I'm a little excited, yes! But wow, that was a long long long long long long long long..long winter!
To be honest I'm not quite sure I actually believe it's happened. I may still only be dreaming. But good things are awakening so I'm sure it's not a dream.
I read a quote today: "Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished" Some day I'm going to get me a schedule like Nature
I actually read that quote years ago and I recall how I used to think of Nature as the trees and mountains and sky and plants and animals. Yet my own self is Nature, since it is organic in its own nature, and feeds off of the nature of the land, the environment it's in. It beats a heart and processes billions of processes all at once, and silently, and ceaselessly, even when I sleep. It makes me smile that we never think about nature as ourselves, only something outside of us.
new ideas
Already, after only 2 weeks, I’m kind of stuck for what to write. Part of the problem is that I’m not all that super proud of the stuff I’ve already put out there. I mean I know it’s good in some respects, but it’s kind of contrived. At least the longer stuff. Some of the sweetly felt little pieces I put out there, like the one about the rain or the little girl at the window, those I like. But the others, ehhhh… I feel I should start focusing on humorous stuff…if I can. It’s not that easy either, without being ridiculous, which is not always something readable. Still, I think I might be able to have more fun with that. That’s another part of the problem. I’m not really enjoying the writing as it is, now. I should mention though that I’m working hard at my job, or intensely, like a lot, putting in long hours…and to unwind quickly when I come home and try to write something, well, that’s proving to be not so easy, and therefore not so fun. So, maybe I would enjoy it if I
creative
I see now that there's nothing and nobody to overcome. Only something and someone to become.
I realize that "victory over self" is victory over my own thoughts, my own acceptances. There is only I am and I can. There is no struggle only decision.
I can not overcome myself, my thoughts. I can only become. I became who I am via thought, via acceptance. It's time to accept the positive, the best. It was always time. But I couldn't accept that accepting was all there was to it.
meowwww
I'm learning that wisdom is being aware of joy, even when it fades, and holding my focus on Joy's temporary distancing....like a hungry kitten without its mother...waiting for it to come back, but, with more confidence than the little kitten :).
turkish drive
I think if I was to drive a car in Istanbul I would be laughed at uncontrollably. Men would point out there cars yelling: "Look!!!!! Look at the funny foreigner! Look!!! He's driving with two hands on the wheel!!! Hahahahahaha!!
And all that man's cousins in the back of his car would stick their heads out laughing, pretending, miming the act of driving a car with two hands, with a serious focused face; and one of the cousins would be filming a video of me driving as such, and later posting it on YouTube. The original gawker would yell out more: "And look how slowly he's going! He must be at 150km/h! What a joke! Oh my god! And look,
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I actually usually think of nature as atoms and such. ...Maybe it's because at school we don't call the subject science "science". We call it "naturfag" (that doesn't sound good...) which means nature subject, or something like that.