The big flake

I had a weak moment the other night…..for just a split second, I missed Iowa winter.  I was letting Franny in about 11 and very large snowflakes had started to fall.  I had an urge to put on a jacket and walk around the pond in the dark while those huge snowflakes gently landed on me…I might have even stuck my tongue out to catch them.  These occasional oversize snowflakes during the quiet and darkness of night is one of my great memories of living in the country.

Back in the 70s during my inhaling part of life, I loved the peaceful, meditative times when MJ allowed me to go within myself and relive the peaceful memories.  Ironically, one of the places I would return to is my year at Ozark Bible College.  I would find myself on a walk in the evening to my place in the dark adjacent to the chapel…praying or meditating, breathing and watching stars in this huge Galaxy of ours.  Because of these experiences, I know the beauty of a deep meditative calmness.

I’m learning how important it is to let go of the ego in order to find peace.

Until next time….

3 thoughts on “The big flake

  1. It is crazy how much I relate to almost everything you write. That was beautiful.

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  2. I think some of that peace comes from the silence. Generally, I despise snow. However, I do like one thing about it: it absorbs sound. There is no quiet like a snowy night. It is almost supernatural all by itself. It feels cosmic.

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  3. You should have gone for the walk. God would love to hear from you too if your in a talking mood. And now that I’m thinking about it, why is it when we talk to God, we are said to be praying, but when God talks to us, we are said to be schizophrenic? Hmmmm.

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