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Living in the Mystery June 17, 2010

Posted by frostwolftfirerose in Capital Region Notions, Personal Journey.
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I hate it, but I’m in yet another of those phases where I feel like I need to just hang out and observe.  I need to live in the question, even though a more insistent and impulsive part of me wants for there to be answers.  That’s just not what’s on order.  ah, sigh…

As I was walking to the bus this morning, I was taking in all the wondrousness of the trip itself.  Troy, New York is a wonderful place to take things in.  There are some trees that are blooming and oh, such fragrances!  Lately I’ve been in a landscape of aromatics.

The mystery haunts these scents.  The mystery inheres in all of the actions and thoughts, the words and gestures all around me.  Air, fire, earth, water.

And my thoughts drift to the Gulf of Mexico oil spill, which saps my heart, saps my energy.  Are we all doomed for real?  Due to our own stupid hubris? 

In any case, whatever the tomorrow or the day after may be, I have that notion of the the scent of trees.  I put myself in that space now.

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