Tuesday, drifting along, passing
the markers as we allow; these markers, each one, delineates how our choices
are reflected in the illusion of life and perceived reality.
Have we any influence on the
passages taken by spirit? Does each assumed decision change the course of our
life stream? Is there eve a way of knowing, within this paradigm? Does it
matter?
What are you thinking about?
I sit here, foot still
broken, residing in someone else’s home, and I wonder if I could have made a
different decision that would have had a different outcome.
In the infinity of time
space, there are an infinite number of me’s, making an infinite number of
choices, living an infinite number of lives. Why am I here now, doing these
things? Is this a problem?
It’s like riding downhill on a toboggan. It’s better if you lean into the curves and prepare for the jumps. It’s great to ride as far as possible, and roll off when it stops, and it’s great to go soaring through the air over a jump and lie in a heap in the snow. Whatever, it is the ride that counts.
We are here for the ride.
We are here to share the ride
with whomever shows on this sun filled hillside this time.
Enjoy the ride for it will
snow again, and you will have another opportunity to look at the freshly fallen
snow, and pick the way you will aim your toboggan.
