Winter Notes

Plodding along here, just admiring the astonishingly gorgeous snow and winter cold. When no one is out, the sun is shining, and there are no footprints, it’s possible to glimpse portions of heaven around the corners of the eyes. It enters the self through the somethingness that lives alongside a body, a body that cannot contain all while containing everything. Proprioception then, or whispers, or ether. (Ether as in what the alchemists tried to distill from the air.)

Later, while indoors and playing a little Mozart, I came across this photo. It is Mozart’s Pianoforte. This is another of the white-winged dove mysteries. How is it that great works were created from such an instrument? Nothing is so astounding as hearing the music on modern instruments whilst looking at the tools of creation.


posted by Ludwig van Beethoven site

About The Spider


Posted by Cleveland Metroparks

Spiders have long been part of my Totem. I think when you bring something into your essence, they then appear more and more, just as we have a greater observational power. Once you look for spiders, you’ll see them everywhere. As I was doing a mental meandering this morning, I thought on the Spider. I used to see them everywhere, even in my dreams where they would act out a vision and speak to me. Ah, yes, and where have they gone?

Enter this beauty on Facebook. It seems clear to me that I need to look for Spiders once again. Besides, given the power of Synchronicity, I’m the one who left the Spider, not the other way around.