Not so long ago I welcomed home from NYC a sometime pal over a couple beers and a checkup on our mutual growth, identity, fulfillment, purpose, contentment, etc at this stage in the game. Not exactly sure now what the question was he posed... but think it was something to counter the "who are you?" I had harrassed him with earlier. After long consideration of the various tendrils and threads that have spun out over time, the only thing I could identify under the smoking gun of his wry quizzical gaze as a constant or consistent pattern in the weave was the fact that I am "an observer of beautiful things".
So... if that is me in 5 words or less.... I guess maybe I was living closer to the core of myself yesterday. I say this because yesterday I saw something exquisitely beautiful: I watched from above a cloudbank a sun set below a plush barrier of transluscent moody white and bleed upward from the mist in glowing red rivulets. Molten light oozing upward as the sun submerged below a dense billow of vapor. The fiery red orb assuming temporary regal descendancy in the middle kingdom between cloud and Earthly horizon.
It was enough to make one fall in love all over again with Le Petit Prince - if only for his tethering of a winged flock - and to ponder further strategies to allow life to evolve in the ephemera and mercurial shimmer of gas, atmosphere and space. Imagine real life lived and lost atop light-infused clouds. Better than heaven by far...
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