On My Married Way

Good Mornin'

Well, got a little rain, afterall; not a lot, but a couple a good showers. Still overcast this mornin'; kinda nice, really, the soft grey quiet, all the green, greener, a gentle breeze stirrin' on occasion as the clouds consider, movin' off, turn another pasture so.

Didn't get too much done yesterday, still recoverin' from my upside down, way too early rise, of Wednesday mornin'; the trip to Albuquerque, never quite happened. And, it was blowin' and sprinklin' off and on, so, 'tween feedin' and writin', checkin' on the last stages of the book prep, I tried to get some wood in and retarp the tent, enough to get us past the squall.

Otherwise, just workin' on the "marriage"; ya, I'm finally startin' ta understand, it's all about the marriage! Guess I knew it, ever since I was pretty small, just never quite had it clear in my mind, or heart as the case may be. And, I suppose, I've raised an eyebrow or two; "wait, wait, I thought you were 'the bachelor cowboy'! What's this marriage stuff?". Well, it's just gettin' more and more clear, that there is a "world of stuff" and a "well of meanin'" and 'less I can marry the two, it's all kinda broke up and zig-zag.

I guess that's what I was gettin' at, yesterday, talkin' about relationship. On one hand, I was describin' a bunch a different people, all workin' with horses, but the outcome were very different. On the other, I was kinda tryin' to point out the difference; awareness and feel. Same old song, my horse mentor, old Tom; "feel, timin' and balance, observe, remember and compare". Then a course there's the voice a my "heart teacher"; "whenever I approach this life from my ideas, this voice comes along and says 'watch it'!". And, Tom, too, on occasion, if he thought someone was really listenin', would add, "oh, and one other thing! I'm not sure what to call it, but it's somethin' like spirit.".

So, there's my hypothesis for the mornin'; "it's all about marriage". Workin' out this marriage, 'tween all the "stuff" might be a part of our lives, and the meanin' we can draw from "the well". This, to me, the difference 'tween that "broke up zig-zag" and some kinda harmony, where the meanin' we draw and allow, to ourselves and all that surrounds us, gives everythin' proportion and place; softens the "hard lines" and reconnects. And, I suppose, gives birth to a great repose, like findin' the oasis in the vast desert; a beautiful pond, custom made for soakin' weary souls. A break from the heat and emptiness and a palpable sense that we are all connected; part of a whole, like fish in the sea.

So, how about Kabir; "there's fish in the ocean, dyin' of thirst, and every time I think of this, it always makes me laugh". There's no gettin' outta the pond, it's impossible, but sometimes we get so far from the meanin', we'd swear, "it's a desert".

Have a great day!

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