Yesterday was snowy and dark and windy. Today it looks like blue sky is pushing in through the pines with sun close behind. Peanut has had his squirrel chases on the deck and the Mountain Bluebirds are having late breakfast on my bird feeder. Even though life is complicated and a little precarious at this moment….it is good. Such is life.
This being human is a guest house. Every morning is a new arrival. A joy; a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still, treat each guest honorably. He may be clearing you out for some new delight. The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in. Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond. – Rumi Translated by Coleman Barks
Because I am a loving and responsible pet owner, I only cuss and grumble minimally under my breath, while standing in my pj’s and slippers in a down coat with a zipper that doesn’t work, at “even too early in the a.m. for God,” in 18 degrees and snow, while Peanut sniffs EVERY single, minute, blade of grass and dead vegetation before picking just the right one before, “doin his thing.”
After living in Minneapolis and other metropolitan towns, I’m not used to having to drive 15 to 20 miles down a mountain to borrow something for a cooking project. I texted my closest neighbor friend and boss Cyndi, who lives in Divide and owns the stores in town in which I work part time. She said she would leave it with the manager at the Divide Mercantile on her way to post office and work down the mountain. That’s the way you borrow things up here.