To put into perspective our current chapter, time is
omnipresent.
Note: rose colored glasses a must
Every morning we wake up in a magical cloud on the
mountainside. Barely chilly mist engulfs the fields and wildflowers, as if mother
earth has laid a sleeping spell on this little countryside town. Bob Dylan is
the morning soundtrack and the chocolaty smell of fresh ground coffee fills
the farmhouse. The apple strudel baking in the oven is marrying into the scent,
like when two clouds meet and you can no longer tell them apart, it’s truly beautiful.
Birds wake and the honeybees sleepily buzz to the blooming sunflowers. The
morning is magical. The warm sun melts
away the cloudy spell and the blankets of clovers shimmer in the golden glow. The mountains arise
and collide with the sky. Dogs run through the apple fields and up the gravel
road, through the clovers, the strawberry patches, and the sage bushes. At this
moment it is entirely impossible to not feel the happiness, the energy of the
earth and the warmth of gratitude for beauty in everything you feel and see.
Some might say to keep on stepping, that we gain nothing by
staying still. To that, “people are crazy and times are strange.” I feel blessed to be stuck in this morning time loop. This
Aleph.
“Visit your soul, don’t visit your past.” Paulo Coelho, The Aleph
