A bicyclist zig zagging, attacking a steep steep mountain grade,
each pedal stroke taking the full weight of the rider,
a maximum effort - a fully loaded press
and another, slow torture, no relief,
the pine trees tall and leaning into the hill, droop
their boughs and stand impassively in the sweltering
July heat.
He pounds on,
slowly
rising,
sometimes almost crossing directly across
the road, sometimes attacking directly when the
hill allows it, lets up its relentless weight.
Another Year! What's new? New location for work; Wedding to plan; new deal?
Is it the newness that makes us change? Allows us to even consider it? When do we decide that changing will happen ... later, that we will hold on for now realizing a change is necessary but either too comfortable, too content or too unmotivated we hunker down in our daze.
The "in the moment" philosophers, those that espouse that there really is only now and all the rest is nothing more than psychological chafe sent to take our consciousness spiraling down must have a great sense of liberation, of constant newness, eternal beginnings.
Yet here I am with a fresh new year at hand. How do I keep the newness going all year? Live in the moment? The "momenteers" must miss all the wonderful anticipation; along with its angst; miss the speculative and the contemplative; and all its negative trappings and slip all those hands keeping us, holding us tightly away from now.
So to live in the now that needs to plan and anticipate the future, needs to review, and revel even, in the past while acknowledging we are doing so now!
Should this be called the internal now; not having external senses the internal only has delayed input, past references and thus needs always to predict future inputs.
What a nice new Now the New Year has brought!
Tis the season. We have drank and are quite merry. We wish you all the best in '08.
And what have we been up to you may ask? The last ten days in photo ...
There was a night in Boston, overlooking the Common ...
A storm came in the night to blanket and obscure.
There were walks along the Merrimak, the winter light playing soft and low ...
Christmas Eve with friends and relatives ...
Christmas Dinner ...
and some of the guests were definitely tired ...
And New Years Eve.
May you all have a wonderful 2008.
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