The New Year is an especially resonant moment with me, spiritually. The symbolic renewal and the cycle once again coming full circle to start anew. It is a time of reflection, meditation, and celebration. The shedding of the old skin for the new.

In my reflections of the old year and my forward looking into the new one, I find that I have many blessings that have been bestowed upon me. I have found Blogstream, for one, which has become a very comfortable fit with me. I have a relationship with a beautiful, caring woman that renews itself each passing day. My writing has started to resurface after a very long absence, and my spiritual journey has progressed by leaps and bounds. In short, I have much to be pleased with as this year comes to an end.

My reflections also lead me to the obvious conclusion that there are those things I feel remorse about. Those things that sadden me, anger me, or just fill my head with confusion. The ugly war that our country is embroiled in overseas, and the lives of those young men and women that hang in the balance there. The ugly war that brews here on our own soil between two opposing sides of the political spectrum that hangs our lives in the balance is also a concern. People who still live in abject poverty in the world at large, and in our very cities and towns across America. The serious and dangerous issue of our environment threatened daily by our own ignorance of the problems.

It is a joyous and wonderful time of year, and I hope that this weekend finds you all safe and with the ones you hold the dearest to your hearts. As with all things, however, the bad comes with the good, and here is hoping that we can continue to hold a semblance of balance for all mankind in the coming year. Here’s wishing all of my friends a peaceful and prosperous New Year!!!!!

Peace be to you all,

wayf

When the seasons change, birds fly south, trees shed their leaves, rivers and ponds freeze, bears sleep, and all things rest and lie dormant. Soon the spring rains will come and life once again will resume with the full knowledge that the cycle will repeat itself. This is how nature works and it is a mechanism that has endlessly proven its effectiveness throughout the ages. It does not need to be tampered with; it has no need for repairs.

If nature were allowed to follow its cycle endlessly and without impedance, peace and tranquility would be the result. Surely there would be times of tumultuous uproar and violent upheavals but for the purpose of the cycle only. Without contention, the violent times would rise and fall along with the peaceful ones in an endless cycle of birth, death, and renewal.

This cycle will not end. The mechanism will expunge any impedance it encounters and continue to cycle. Disturbing its processes is an exercise in futility that will only lead to permanent withdrawal from the workings. The balance and proficiency with which this mechanism works will not be permanently disrupted. It goes about its business with no thoughts or ideas of how its actions affect one small piece of its workings but with the simple task of completing the cycle so that all things within the workings of it may flourish. If that means the extinction of virus like infesters, it will come to pass.

Nature does not wish our removal. The world does not seek our extinction. Its cycle is performed for our benefit as well as every other living creature on the planet. We are the ones who have placed ourselves in nature’s way and try desperately to conquer it. I am in awe of the arrogance it takes for humans to make statements about conquering nature. The truth of it is we will never escape the cycle of birth, death, and renewal. Placing ourselves at odds with the natural world and our own inner nature will only speed up the process and we will end up on a long list of failed projects. The mechanism, however, will keep on going through the cycle; with or without us.

In the woods I see a pair of wolves

Stopped in the trail ahead staring at me

Only for a second, they’re gone

Gray and beautiful, large and powerful

Through the under brush, and out

On the other side of the dried creek bed

I watch as they walk away,

Looking back at me

My heart beats again

Only a second in time,

But watching those

Magnificent beasts

I felt eternal

Perhaps some day, and very soon

I’ll be the last man to touch the moon

And see the spectacle of the Earth’s beautiful blue

Or maybe I have taken to dream

And my mind only concocted this crazy scheme

To attempt to arouse a look of suspicion from all of you

Why couldn’t I yet reach the stars?

They do not seem so terribly far,

And besides what difference is there between me and the few

That have already placed their feet

On the ground around heaven’s seat

I should think that I would like to view that hue

Before the game is complete

And God decides to start all anew

I’d love to see the Earth’s beautiful blue

A voice called in the dark end of the hallway that separated my world from the reality of someone else’s whose name I had never spoken before but whose life ran on, sort of like this sentence, into a stream of unknown coincidences that lay in wait for them across the deep puddles of time space and the continuum of the mystery of what it was all about anyway and who cared as long as we could find the end of this sentence soon before the whole thing just burned itself up in a flame of over abundant vociferousness.

And then we saw the end of it, but I still didn’t know who it was that was calling to me and I felt myself slipping into another run-on that was really just a continuation of the previous run-on and was there any need for punctuation when your life and all the lives you come into contact with were nothing but a series of run on thoughts and fragments of ideas all jumbled together into a soup that didn’t make sense anyway.

Then my brain started hurting from trying to go back and read all those run-on sentences that didn’t really say anything at all even though I was trying to get to the bottom of something but couldn’t figure that out because if you want to get to the bottom of something you have to start from the top and I didn’t know where that top was so did that mean that I would never ever find the bottom since I didn’t know where the top was or should I try to find the bottom of the thing first so then I could work my way to the top and oh how none of this made any sense and I just wished that I could shut up for just a minute and let someone talk in proper sentence structure for a change.