Little Snow, Little Rest, Little Coffee

People talk, you know.  We learn over time that you cannot believe everything you hear. “The moon, part of it, is made of green cheese.”  “Elvis Presley is a hermit living in Utopia.”  “Humpty Dumpty was pushed” (actually, this might be legitimate!).

So, when they said that we had a total of (about) 16 inches of snow, here … yesterday / through the evening … I just didn’t see it.  But, it’s close to being accurate.  The snow, usually, jolts me out of any fog that I’m in the midst of.  The radiant sun shining through the windows, always finding my eyes, lights up the snow, presenting the white precipitation in a glorious way.  While I grabbed some rest last night, the snow was happening, and then it stopped …  My body, and more importantly the two dogs, made it clear that the rest was over.  My mind wanted more, but my body said, basically, “that’s enough, time to get up … and make some coffee.”   For years, my coffee was with cream, and two sugars.   About 2015, I decided that because I was so tired when I surrendered my sleep, I would start drinking my Joe black, but still with two sugars.  Things have been better, since that difficult decision.  So, that is a little of what is happening.  A little snow, a little rest, a little coffee.  Black coffee.

 

Snow Cat

Light on the Mountain 2Writers appreciate the unexpected, other than tragedy, costly expenses, illness, disputes with spouse, etc.  This past weekend I was up at Copper Mountain (ski area) to watch a young man race in a snow shoe competition.  It was a spark to my heart and soul as the young buck launched himself off the starting line.  I stuck around for the closing ceremony.  About six in the evening, I walked out to the ski slopes: surreal, beautiful, hauntingly still … snow accentuated by the light from a full moon; not a skier or snowboarder in sight.  IMG_1122

Up on the mountain, a light … a small light … was piercing the twilight that happens after the sunset, but before the night settles in.  I took a picture with my cell phone.  And the light gradually came closer … Moments like these … standing alone with no one to hang out with, at the base of an immaculately groomed mountain, chairSnow Cat 2 lifts suspended … are as if they belong to a dream.    The night was getting a bit darker, the snow was becoming a bit more luminous, and the only sign of life was a piercing, moving, light moving down the slope … 11,000 feet up a mountain.  Finally, the light became close enough for me to have a better understanding, of what I was looking at.    

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Up on the mountain, the night mixes with the wind.  Cold rides in with the wind.  Let the light come, down the mountain.  It brings joy, and it pushes back the darkness.

Relationships, Reality & Redemption

What do I know to be true?  Know yourself, and I will know myself, and if I come up short in that area, then … then … What?  Then what?  Oh, my!  Maybe the earth will rip off its axis and hurl into the sun!!!!

No, I doubt that will happen.  Here’s one truth about me: I am able.  I am able to do both good, and not-so-good.  I am able to empower (good).  I am able to enable (bummer, not-so-good).  I’ve walked with many folks over the last 20 years in the counseling context.  And in the realm of addictions, I have encountered the “enabling” dynamic a great deal.  And, if an individual is an “enabler”, that does not mean … that their heart is not good.  In fact, with every enabler I have sat with, there has always been a good heart.  We, with our good hearts, are able to miss the bigger picture, to mess up the smaller picture.  And we, with our good hearts, are able to walk with a soul and inspire, without many words.  We, with our good hearts, are able to run races with specific individuals who have come into our world who want to run well, with love in their hearts … a healthy love, an empowering love, a fragrant love, a tough love, a tough love not without honor, a tough love not without integrity, a tough love not without gentleness.

I am able.  I am able to go after myself with rocks and razored insults; rage and disgust.  There is a fancy word for it, I think: “self-contempt”.  Truly, I am not exempt from self-contempt.  And, truly, there is no exemption from redemption.

And, to use the title of one of my favorite films, “When a Man Loves a Woman”, there is an indescribably intense piece of fighting with honor and love and fairness and staying in the place of a safe place.  Not fighting with physical warfare.  Not fighting with psychological abuse; or verbal abuse; or emotional abuse.  No … this is a fighting where, at the core, is a deep authentic love for the other; caring for the other; and choosing to not let the other “off the hook” … because that is the last thing we need, to escape the responsibility of loving well and “doing relationship” well.

And that is all I’m going to say about that, for now.

Philomena! Philomena!

Movie poster, Philomena
Movie poster, Philomena

Judi Tench: amazing.  Judi Tench plays the role of Philomena.  It is one thing to read a book, or watch a movie, and walk away with “Yeah, I liked it.”  It is another thing entirely when you watch an excellent movie, and find out at the very end that … this is a true story.  It makes to you, I hope, that as I am writing this, I will avoid giving any information away that could possibly spoil this movie, for those of you who have not yet seen the movie.  As for Steve Coogan, I really cannot imagine a better actor for that part.

So, here are some themes, words, that may encourage you to see this move:

  • Injustice, exposed;
  • Portrait of a courageous woman with priceless inner strength and profound resilience;
  • Redemptive change;
  • Disruption that will bring out the bewilderment in you … the bewilderment about how this injustice could happen;
  • Beauty in a great woman’s character;
  • Hope.

This movie will be worth your while, unless you only watch the “action / adventure” movies (Bruce Willis / Die Hard … Do you know what I mean?)