Of storms and sunsetting skies

Or “On Remembering How to Look”

Me: “Geesh what a bleak and ugly day.”

Me (a heartbeat and a half later): “Really?”

I seem to still be in a similar place as last week while living the present moments of this week; in other words, trying to live the life that is choosing me right now instead of its current opposite: living the life I want. Living the life I want is another way of saying there are way too many things happening right now, in our world, that I don’t want to happen. Way too many things causing pain and suffering, conflict and turmoil, noise and drama. Man’s senseless and insatiable inhumanity to man.

Storms.

Another metaphor?

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I looked outside my kitchen window this morning, 
a late-winter, cold, and grey-skied dark morning—
fog and sticky drizzle,
the decaying leaves from the maple
molding in place from where I should have raked them—
and had the fleeting thought that
”Geesh, it’s not very pretty outside right now. 
What an ugly day.”

Fleeting because I know better.
And should have known better.

Why does beauty have to be sunny, and lush, and green?
Why does beauty have to be sun-tanning warm outside?
Why does beauty have to require flowers, and unicorns, and sprinkles?
Why does beauty always have to be laughter, and blue skies, and ducks laying their eggs by the pond?
Why does beauty have to be a clean walkway, or a manicured lawn, or the wood pile neatly stacked in readiness for a fire I’ll never lite?
Why does beauty have to be a clean house, 

or

have blonde hair, or blue eyes and white skin with maybe one or two freckles in just the most endearing places, 
and perfect teeth with six-pack abs?

Who said that was what beauty is?
(and why is it still believed by so many?)

And so I looked outside again
at the barren, 
the grey,
the mist,
and the decaying
cold.


Unimaginable beauty was everywhere.

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Living the life that chooses me is hard at times. But then again, what other choice do I have?

Life will still happen. And does….

So too storms.

And yes, another metaphor this.

Always and Ubuntu,

~ k

In Continuous Alchemy

🙏🏼

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