Early on Dec. 24 during a wet warm day...good to stay indoors!
Temperatures kept on dropping.
But unfortunately no-one was spreading salt today (Christmas day) on my steps...which had been wet before the snow hit them. Not planning to go out until something is done to clear them (including the possibility of my wielding a broom!)
The sun is shining a lot of the time, with some clouds giving more flakes of snow sometimes as well. But I think the sun is winning as far as the ground being covered with white.
The snow on roof tops doesn't seem to have enough sunlight to melt, since it's only up to 22 degrees by noon. That's all I had to do on Christmas day...look out these various windows and doors! Well, there was a coffee cake waiting to bake too! And some other yummy things to feast upon...then the big zoom meet-up with my relations! After sharing the joy of the day with various other bloggers - you know who you are!
Today''s Quote:
It's not that you have no choice.
Rather, the 'chooser' is the fiction.
Rather, the 'chooser' is the fiction.
It's not 'you' who chooses or doesn't choose.
It's life itself. You are inseparable from life itself.
It's life itself. You are inseparable from life itself.
Undivided from the totality.
A star explodes. The grass grows. A mother gives birth.
A war begins, ends, begins. A relationship breaks down.
People come together, fall apart. An old wound heals.
Hearts open, close, open.
Like breathing. Like the ocean tides.
A star explodes. The grass grows. A mother gives birth.
A war begins, ends, begins. A relationship breaks down.
People come together, fall apart. An old wound heals.
Hearts open, close, open.
Like breathing. Like the ocean tides.
We believe that we have a choice,
or we believe that we don't.
The planets spin. The rain falls and stops falling.
Did we choose, or were we chosen?
or we believe that we don't.
The planets spin. The rain falls and stops falling.
Did we choose, or were we chosen?
Could it have been any different?
Can the rain fall backwards?
Can we un-say what we have said?
Can we un-read this poem?
Can the rain fall backwards?
Can we un-say what we have said?
Can we un-read this poem?
Choice, no choice. Those thoughts fall away too.
Into silence. Into stillness.
Into the vastness of Being.
Into...
Into silence. Into stillness.
Into the vastness of Being.
Into...
Beyond choice or lack of it, you are.
And you take the next step, or you do not.
Or you take the next step
of not knowing which next step
you will take.
And out of the not knowing,
the path becomes clear
if only
for a moment.
And then the Universe
begins again.
And you take the next step, or you do not.
Or you take the next step
of not knowing which next step
you will take.
And out of the not knowing,
the path becomes clear
if only
for a moment.
And then the Universe
begins again.