Thursday Gather Writing Essential no Particular Reason

   Upon awakening on this dark and rainy morning in the deep Northwoods of the Michigan UP, I removed my c-pap mask, found my glasses by feel, turned on the light and picked up a used copy of Mariannne Williamson’s How to Lose Weight”.   For no particular reason 8/16/2012 I read the introduction by Dean Ornish and found the inner voice going “ uh huh,  uh huh, uh huh,  mmmmm” : “Information is important, but not usually sufficient, to motivate lasting changes in diet and lifestyle….What’s sustainable are joy, pleasure, freedom, and love.   Happy happens if we simply stop disturbing our natural state of inner peace”  .

    I climbed down from the over-the-cab trailer bunk and walked the 12 feet to the other end of the camper for Thursday morning scale read: an electronic flash of numerals 148, the heaviest it has flashed in two years. 

   I put on the long yoga pants and pink Namaste long sleeve shirt then a sweatshirt to go see if the donkeys and Sadee Su Mustang were within their enclosure as I had heard a very close whinny before falling asleep and there had been no demanding donkey brays for hay as per usual in the morning.  Baby Habanero is standing with her ears out parallel to the ground under a tree ‘suffering in the miserable falling wetness’.  If she is accounted for the other three will be in the vicinity.

  Check inbox:  “1896 Gold is found in the Klondike of the Yukon territory, setting off the Klondike Gold Rush”.  I think I may have found gold on this date as well—before I even got out of bed.  For no particular reason I am not going to follow my inbred impulse to work, fix stuff, know stuff, do stuff….It is VERY difficult to remember that  “what I am  heals, not what I know or do.  Stars hold the dark by being light.  Rivers keep the Earth alive by being wet.  Wind clears our heads of clouds.  These are the teachers that open the heart, the things that wait in our nature for us to bring them alive”.  I try to think of who I am as living energy and not as a goal to be achieved or an obstacle to be overcome.[1] 

   So this tale has no point, plot or ending.  It just goes out into thin air, I mean heavier than normal air, refreshing forgiving air.

[1]  Nepo, Mark, “The Book of Awakening” p 269