March 3, 2009 5:13

Day 2: Starting my daily Stop, Look & Listen meditation.

I was out running errands as the sun’s decent became apparent.  I stopped along the edge of a parking lot in the industrial trade-port hoping for some peace. I was ill prepared for sitting out in the cold, without a jacket or hat. I felt the 23 degrees and wind immediately.  The breeze was quick, constant enough for those last rays of sun to offer no warmth.  I focused on the mountain of snow at the edge of the pavement.  In this light, I let my eyes de-focus, and witnessed the snow transform into an ancient glacier and a distant mountain range.  Ridged and steep, cold and foreboding.  Beyond, forty foot evergreens shielded this spot with a facade of forest from the main road.  Yesterday’s snow drifted down from the branches as they swayed in the wind — in my mind, I felt it as a stinging puff of snow across my neck and cheeks.  It’s quitting time and people are coming to their cars to return home after the day’s work.  I felt strange standing in the cold, out of place, without an obvious reason to be here as they drove by in steel cages insulating themselves from the world I watch.  In my world — with ancient mountains casting deep shadows, and crevasses where no man has yet explored — an oak tree holds crisp leaves as tires vibrating along the road  reveal their escape.

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