Midwinter Vignettes
Freezing moments to crystalize thoughts.
In the winter, my day begins before dark regularly. Coffee is a beacon of light while the lights stay off in a natural but chosen obedience to the circadian rhythm. Then the dawn creeps in and information begins to flow from the sun… the only God that shows it’s face.
We send out information too. The more elemental the better. That’s why I like prayer flags…although perhaps I romantically and naively trust what is written on them and therefore sent through the wind to the world… without the ability to actually read them and have some degree of copaceticness and therefore responsibilty to flapping their message about. I’d recently come across this comforting piece of writing…https://www.noemamag.com/the-conscious-universe/… which prompted my pre-existing personal view of the the material world as composed of consciousness to further interpret the ‘prayer flag’ effect. I pondered all this as I put up some new ones…
I live under a giant slowly peeling wave of rock and ice. Will I live long enough to get caught inside? Rock is a slow liquid and mountains were made to fall down but on their way to the shore, they sure make for some fun surfing.
Waves of snow from Atlantic swells have arrived in abundance and the powder smashing has been amazing and regular. The backyard is coated enough once again and Uncle Kurt is always stoked and has his priorities straight…
When I was a kid, the ultimate thing was for school to be closed because of snow. My boys live an hour bus ride from theirs that lies on the other side of the Col du Lautaret. Since they started going there, the winters have not been so severe and the Col closing has been rare. This winter however, has been different. Three days so far we’ve lucked out with the storm being severe enough to close the Col… but not the Telepherique. Willy and Carlos are now solid ski partners to hit first lift with and can fully charge the blower deep pow we’ve been blessed with. I brought the camera along for last Tuesday’s session with Willy and his buddy Swan Vallin. Fuck yeah no school!
Thanks Universe!