Castles In The Air
Taking a break from my indoor workout, looking out the picture window above the parking lot below. Off in the distance I can see three houses on a hill. The vintage farmhouse clapboards are surrounded by evergreens, oak, and birch trees still stripped bare of their emerald glory. Ambitious golden flowers persist in pushing up their sunny heads through the earth. Patches of clover are beginning to make an appearance creek-side. Mr Sun is napping. I think we appreciate Spring all the more when it teases and flirts with us a bit.
Then again what do I know?
I’ve lived in the eternal Summer of Los Angeles for the better part of my life. The last six years spent in No-Cali paradise does in no way qualify me to be The Season Maven. We are in this shoulder season between Winter and Spring back east. The pace here is painfully indolent. I would say I was bored but only boring people are bored. Be that as it may, winter has me feeling irritable and irascible. On my best day I don’t take sweetly to having to work out in a gym. Chirren, I’m tellin’ ya if the spray tanned guido next to me does not stop huffing, puffing, and dropping those weights on the concrete floor? I’m going to go all Housewives of Jersey on his unduly muscled butt.
Guess we all have our dreams, eh?
Obviously, Hulk wannabe on the weight machine has some fantasy about winning Mr Olympia this year. Or conscripting his abs into a six-pack before tomorrow. Poor people dream of winning lotteries. Single folks dream of being a twosome. Flowers dream of blooming.
I am dreaming of what kind of foundation my castles in the air require before they disappear in the fog. It’s taking an inordinate amount of time to manifest my current dream. Maybe, I need to stop the winching and go with the flow? Even if that bloody river is slower than molasses in summer. Maybe I need to exercise some patience? Maybe, I need a nice cup of hot coffee to get me back in the gratitude zone?
There it is! A nice cup of hot coffee. Something to be thankful for. A small favor but a favor. It’s a beginning. Now, if I can get a teeny tiny cookie with that coffee? I may make it into that gratitude zone before the sun goes down.
Sometimes when darkness descends and hangs around for an entire season? Ya gotta start small and build up momentum.
Sending Love, Light and Oceans of Bliss for the Highest Good of All.
And so it is!