Ice storm, snow storm or freezing cold? Why have preferences in what cold weather to run in, when you can experience all three! Even better, at least in Canada, you can experience all of these types of weather in the same week! Well, I did. Read on to hear about my experiences running through wild times.
Humorous Advice On Canadian Winter, Written in Question And Answer Style.
I was under tree. I looked through her branches at moon.
It was a winter night. The sky was clear, and only moon and a few stark stars shone through.
Peace was here.
And mind entered.
Perhaps this scene should be painted.
But the artist wouldn’t allow for a scene such as this.
Better that it was painted with girl looking through tree branches at moon.
Constriction known as sadness came.
Perspective can only be one.
This moment was stillness, but also illusion. The falsity of this moment etched in time.
They say the world was meant for mine eyes.
I try and hold onto it, but escape.
I’d do it all again, just to see it one more time…one more time…and yet another and another.
The falsity of moments strung together like lights on a shoestring, when silence is the essence that prevails.
I touched tree where no bark was. The inner cambium was visible, and beyond that, the gray matter that was like blood. It dissolved like ashes with the touch of my fingertips.
I saw the empty space that was beyond, the blackness where nothing was.
I was afraid to put my fingers inside, but I tentatively did.
In the center of tree, there was nothing.
It was the pure emptiness that was like the spaciousness of a drum.
No holiness, emptiness…
The words were barely breathed on the surface.
Stay, no knowing.
Pure emptiness everywhere, and here now, moment called girl with tree…
20 points to consider if you're feeling brave enough to go running (er, what you call movement @ 3km/hr ) in -20C weather and beyond!
So, there I was in my advanced nutrition class, and the teacher was justifying why it is normal for people to gain 5-10 pounds during the winter months. Interestingly, it usually starts with the cooler days of fall, and then progresses as the cold deepens (er, gets worse) and the extra fat provides much needed insulation.
Ri-i-i-ght. Not that I didn’t get the reasoning. Why, it sounded such a plausible explanation, albeit thanksgiving and Christmas holidays, that I should welcome such fat padding on my hips, thighs and bottom.
This is the mystical story that happened between Cat and Tree one night when she went out for a walk, and the Divine message that was bestowed upon her.
One night, Cat went out for a long walk. On her way back home, she smiled when she saw a copse of trees, whom she called both masters and friends.
Cat had noticed sadness in one of the trees on the last occasion when she had made a visit. And so she placed her hand on several trees to see if they were warm and how they were doing.
When Cat came to the second to last tree, she smiled, as this tree was a happy tree. Then she went to see the last tree, which was one of the tallest and strongest.
This is the mystical story of how Cat found herself being a fairy fly godmother and the enchanting series of events based on real-life experiences.
One fine day during a balmy summer, Cat was busy at work cleaning windows and mopping floors. This was during the time when Cat worked as a cleaning lady.
"I'm cleaning to make things dirty again!" Cat laughed as she sprayed her reflection in the mirror, then wiped the streaks away.
Cat had a quirky sense of humor, but she was well aware that dust mites would be back at play all too soon again.
This is the story that happened to Cat one summer when she went foraging, and the mystical message that her two teachers conveyed.
One fun, summer day, Cat hoped on her bike and pedaled to Source's Woods. The day was sunshine-filled, and Cat had a happy song in her heart.
She loved to visit Source's Woods where many of her teachers and friends lived. They spoke to her, those wise weeds and trees of silence; grasses full of song and leaves that whistled only when wind blew.
Cat was visiting Source's Woods to collect some medicine. She knew Prunella was growing there, such beauties with their purple flowers. Plantain too, growing near moss alongside a long but shallow ditch where many trees had succumbed during storms of past.
This is the mystical experience that happened to Cat when the veil of mind dropped, and the gift of wonderment that was presented to her.
One fine fall day, Cat went to Source's Woods. The sun was shining, and it was this bright light that Cat was seeking in the form of a flower called Goldenrod.
Goldenrod was a-plenty everywhere you went. One could find Goldenrod growing pretty on lush green lawns as ornamentals, or growing behind the local mall on poor sandy soil amidst Dandelion and Red Clover, bursting bright with golden energy nevertheless.
Or even in abandoned fields, one could find Goldenrod growing 6 feet, even 7 feet tall, growing in Goldenrod families with all sizes of flowers, some with gall balls and some without, and surrounded by other wild-hearted friends like Curly Dock and Purple Aster.
One cannot live by bread alone, as one cannot merely live in darkness.
It is good to invite dark friends in. Good that they should come knocking at the witching hour, at 1, 2 or even 3 a.m. Really, any time is good.
Be sure to offer them food and wine. Set the table and offer them a seat. Ah, they are such good company, these shadows of remorse, guilt, shame, anger, pain, sadness... Now where is that one called drama and the other called suffering gone?
Ah see, they are here, they are all here! And such a great party it is!
Just remember that being a gracious host means keeping a light burning. And just remember that should one or more ask, please, to extinguish the light, that such light should expose such craggy faces, that such requests should be met with silence, or ignorance at best.
Bring a light, you see. Only one light, one candle is needed. If it is extinguished, the electric light will do. A backup generator certainly comes in handy! Yet one can use a flashlight, even one on a cell phone, or even they have now some battery-fueled candles. A lighter can do and even the dawn light, now showing its first appearance at the window pane when one opens the curtains will do splendidly.
So many sources of light, and only one is needed. Just... One.
To play with shadows in the dark, you must understand, one is sure to be ravaged. Dark with dark, it does not equate to two negatives turning into a positive, sadly. Yes sadly, but better to say sufferingly. One should say that one suffers it so, and suffers it badly, or greatly, depending upon the perspective.
One light suffices, you see. One light, and darkness is banished to the corners of the room. Darkness hovers around the light, almost embracing it. Darkness is not denied; nothing is denied. Only that light has come to see such darkness better, to offer truth and wisdom, to see it as it is.
One does not delight in evil, but one does understand the timeless wisdom of Rumi, that darkness is there to push us to the light, the light that was, has been, and will always be.
Embrace the Light.
One Source. One Light. One Love.
~by A. Void, Copyright 2020.