I believe that there's something grand and majestic about the totality of our lives and of our universe. For me it's vital to look squarely -- as best I can -- at things and experiences as they actually are. My ideas of good and bad, pretty and ugly, useful and useless -- these ideas do not reflect reality as it is; they merely reveal my incompletely informed opinions of the moment.
What's in this image? Blue grama, buffalo grass, sagewort, dotted gayfeather, and a spatter of cowhit on a limestone rock that was sea bed circa 150 million years ago. Meh stuff, pretty stuff, ugly stuff, common stuff.
Such an image also reminds me of Baxter Black's poem "Reincarnation."
"What does reincarnation mean?"
A cowpoke ast his friend.
His pal replied, "It happens when
Yer life has reached it's end.
They comb yer hair, and warsh yer neck,
And clean yer fingernails,
And lay you in a padded box
Away from life's travails.
The box and you goes in a hole,
That's been dug into the ground.
Reincarnation starts in when
Yore planted 'neath the mound.
Them clods melt down, just like your box,
And you who is inside,
And then yore just beginnin' on
Yer tranformation ride.
In a while the grass will grow
Upon yer rendered mound.
Till some day on yer rendered grave
A lonely flower is found.
And say a hoss should wander by
And gaze upon that flower
That once was you, but now's become
yer vegetative bower.
The posey that the hoss done ate
Up, with his other feed,
Makes bone and fat and muscle,
Essential to the steed.
But some is left that he can't use
And so it passes through,
And finally lays upon the ground,
This thing that once was you.
Then say by chance, I wanders by
and sees this upon the ground
And I ponders, and wonders at,
This object that I found.
I thinks of reincarnation,
Of life, and death, and such,
And comes away concludin': Slim,
You ain't changed, all that much."
Hiked and ran a bit yesterday. It was therapeutic.
More real stuff in the real world.
I can still run hills.
Just not as fast (or pretty) as I once could.
Be well and embrace the blessings of liberty.