Date: January 3, 2013 8:22 AM
Lying in bed.
Lying in bed, as I waited for the rig to warm up, two large crows alit on the rock formation outside my window, eyeballing the pieces of bread I had thrown there yesterday. After the crows left, more birds arrived and fed.
Yes, I know I’m not “supposed” to, but I leave food for wild animals, I talk to strangers, and I give money to homeless people on street corners. Their lives are tough enough, any little joy….
Date: January 3, 2013 9:33 AM
After breakfast, my eyes fall to the beauty of the paper plate with its green and aqua graphics, the orange sauce from the chili beans and the empty silver fork resting atop it.
Outside, my eyes focus on a single tuft of desert grass, tall and yellow—bent and shifting in the wind.
One of the crows from this morning swoops by, arcs and lands on the rock formation, sees nothing of interest and flies off.
A small grey bird, it’s feathers fluffed up in the cold, scratches in the dirt.
I get up, wash the breakfast dishes, make a cup of coffee and settle in to write some code.
Date: January 3, 2013 1:41 PM
Privacy and scenery are better than comfort.
After lunch, I went for a walk. Froze my butt off. There was “snow specks” swirling in the air (being a Florida boy, I don’t know the proper term for them). Contemplated the electric sites again, but, upon walking over there and seeing how each site is right next to the other, I dismissed it. I guess that says something about me: I value privacy and scenery more than physical comfort.
Date: January 4, 2013 8:00 AM
It was snowing this morning when I woke.
I picked up the camera and strolled among the rocks, taking photos. After a while, I realized I was trying to take photos and I stood where I was, allowed the Love/Light/Her to flow through me (Radiance), then dropped the last hardness that remained (me-thoughts, the “portal”) and stood in Emptiness as the snow fell all about.
Walking back to camp, my rabbit hopped out of the brush, stood a moment in the road, then scampered through the same hole as the other day.
I heard a cawing and turned to see the two crows soar through the rock formations, then land on a windmill used to pump the water for the camp.
I saw my footprints, all alone in the snow – this side of the campground all but deserted.
I was content—and grateful for this moment.
Date: January 4, 2013 5:19 PM
No electric adapter.
I made a run into Silver City needing supplies and to do a load of laundry. I was conflicted on whether to move my rig to that one electric site in the primitive area. If so, I would need an electrical plug adapter to convert my 30 amp plug to the 15 amp power post.
Being conflicted, it didn’t surprise me that the town’s Walmart was out of this common device. I smiled, nodded a silent acknowledgement to Her, and bought some groceries.
I probably could have found the adapter at the Tractor Supply store next door, but like I say, that’s not how I roll.
Acceptance—true acceptance—is a powerful key to inner peace.
And the key to true acceptance? You’ve got to be able to honestly say, “It doesn’t matter what happens to me.”
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