Wednesday is midweek. Another day of magnificent light… Perhaps I will be able to transport what remains of my mulch pile to a proper location somewhere in the yard. Life is a matter of making small adjustments, is it not? Small adjustments accumulate. The big picture is effected, transformed, made otherwise than if we’d not made the effort, or we otherwise focused our quota of life-force. Again I am edging into metaphysical suggestion while writing about moving a pile of mulch.

I am borderline sane. I suspect you as well, are other than your conventional (day to day) comportment discloses. Borderline maybe?

One more thought. I understand that Friday is another full moon, a midway date between the spring equinox and the summer solstice. Solstice is a day of longest duration between sunrise and sunset. Midway points are a condition of potential, a still place and experience when past and future are balanced, paused.

Just to consider that thought is a reminder of the influence of a text that I encountered a lifetime ago while briefly studying at Northwestern.

A few days ago I felt motivated to retrieve a copy from my bankers box archive  an ancient Buddhist essay, written by Nagarjuna who lived in India around 150 to 250 AD. The essay analyzes the Buddhist point of view in detail. Over and over the author makes only three points: 1. Everything is always moving, transforming from something, to something else. 2. Such is the case with Nagarjuna himself, and myself as well. No one is entirely fixed, a static self. 3. We suffer a lot, suffer inordinately because we’d prefer to be a static self, to be invulnerable to the flow of change.

Simple enough, no?

I will resist temptation to go on and on about this… Likely “this” would not be your cup-of-tea.

The time has come to grasp the shovel, the wheelbarrow, and to say “hello” to a diminished pile of mulch.

*The header image is European Columbine