the river ice is dropping

Now that doesn't mean spring is coming. It probably just means there is so little water under the ice that the ice just collapses and falls in the water below.
In my last post i also didn't mean that  i am anxious for spring to come. I just meant that sometimes we do not see any signs of things to come yet we know. In Nature that is obvious, but i often see that truth in other aspects of life too.

I know that beside taking positive action, a positive outlook does have an effect and how i experience things.

spring

Especially here in the Yukon, especially this year it seems, as we are waking up every morning to 25 below, and everyday will be as glorious as the one before.  We all know that in a month form now, there might be flowers blooming.

I looked yesterday in places that they will, and you can guess, there is nothing, nothing that make it seems so.

yet we know they will. with like 99.9% certainty.

it's cold out there right now

the air bites right through my clothes

the sun relentless

blinding me

does anything ever changes?

today i will walk in circles

maybe 

when you join in

 we come to a spin

let's look at the sky

these photos don't quite match, and i would love to talk about the healing powers of ice crystals mentioned by Sean..

I woke up empty this morning, Don cuddled  up and gave me a good rub, i searched for my majestic powers and thinking about Truth, i started laughing.

I arrived at a spot where i had been before; As soon as trying to describe 'what is true for me' it crumbles.
I like the idea that it doesn't want to be captured in words. That is somewhere beyond what can be explained. i suppose that is true for me.

I liked how Master Fwap explained karma and free will, As in Christianity i found there is a similar dilemma  When all is God's will, where do i come in?

So i like to describe it this way...tada!
All i have is this moment, and only in this place at this time. As soon as i move all has changed.
Somehow there is always me coming with me, never anyone else, my awareness always me.
Because i am so connected to myself weather i want it or not, i do believe  i create every next moment.

Now as not letting it all go to my head.  Seeing,  sensing in many ways, that there is an 'outside' of me too,
It/we must be all made of the same stuff, all with its/our own personal awareness.

I Do Not Know,
how i came to be. And all explanations in that direction  to me are futile. As there is no way to prove any of it.

What i do know is that i have a certain control over my next moment what the outcome will be. In the logical sense.  Like if i type this and post it, it will be momentarily typed and posted. Which is also  based on very many past moments, at one point i learned to speak, then write, type, use a computer.

And who dropped out of the sky? it is Don and he is making lunch, so the typing of this post will be delayed a bit, because i choose to eat a bit too.

Now all that is common sense, i think...

From experience i have reason to believe, that not only my action have influence on the next moment.
( i know i keep talking about the next moment, well this one is already spoken for, it is what it is, even if i might think about it differently later)

I found that what i think has an influence on what i experience.

 hey, see you tomorrow, i will have lunch now

The different faces of ice

The more water solidifies the more faces it has. So is my truth quite different then yours even if we are both mostly water. Ha! can you imagine how different from eachother we would look if we actually become still for a long time? I can write anything i want, it might be right or wrong, a lie or not , made up or actually experienced.
What i am getting at is that we all have our own truth, your path is not necessary mine. When to be Catholic ( i am just saying, no pun intended) works for you,  that is fantastic. Even if it is all smoke ( i did think the smoke would stay black forever, it didn't).
This morning it is minus 30 Celsius again, but the sun is already glorious, and we know it will win.
And i who remember to wake up happy as a child, only being afraid of the lion under my bed, lately i have been waking up distressed, every morning, it already faded the sun shining too brightly to keep me there.
Master Fwap ( surfing the Himalayas) tells me what i feel is majestic power of particular dimensions. Well master Fwap is full of Bologna (baloney). yet like everybody  ( fictional or real) we all must have an essence of the same. Now the essence, That! is that what i call truth? Can even be my essence quite different then yours? How do you describe your water when it's frozen solid?

I hope to write every morning in my time of majestic power (dread) a little bit about what is essentially true for me.

Ilium

when i put my clothes back on

they smell of smoke

 a hole chopped in the ice

the nesting box was full of feathers

we saw mergansers 

 brightly black and white in the cold river

and a dipper busy lower down

and i climbed  high 

upon the barren rocks

a windblown hillside

scrambling up

my bones want you

my hard bones want your firm grip

you see my ribs when my body arches

for your love

maybe i am skinny

because i need to feel your hands 

pulling on my hipbones

cherry blossom

my world is made of sugar

can you imagine, everything you can imaging can be made with ice and snow

mind you it might not last as long as cherry blossom

disappearing when the sun comes out

but often longer 

when caught in glacier ice

it's there for centuries to come

i pick and choose my kind of candy

simon vinkenoog

I happen to be reading a book which was written in the last sexual revolution the writer actually makes sure we know it is written from 1963 till 1971. But this post is not about sex, well it always is of course, to me everything we are is related to sex.
quote, In een openbaring leeft hij, die weet dat het leven een aaneenschakeling  van wonderen is. (translated) In a revelation lives he, who knows that life is a sequence of miracles. or, In clarity lives he, who knows that life is a concatenation of miracles.
Upon starting to read the book (het hek van de dam) i already realized, hey here is someone who knows that there is not one truth, but that we each have our own truth.
Now of course life is bound by certain laws, a miracle really, that water is heavier then air, and that we might wake up in a cloud, and know ourselves wonderfully lost, or in a big rain storm and we are washed clean.  One can think of disasters too, but never  will the laws that water lives by be changed. Which is amazing, can you imagine that we suddenly have to adept and become like fish, that will take centuries, many of us will perish.
So miraculously there is these laws that we can depend on.
And then there is creation, i do call it free will,. never do i really now what the next moment will bring.
I live like a land mammal in a world of water.