It’s perverse

But I’ll say this about the unfolding debacle: in a way, it has caused me to be just a little more in the present moment. It’s always been true that the future isn’t guaranteed to anyone, but that’s more evident to me now than before. Shame on me for that, maybe. Or maybe it took a year of friends and family dying, and now the imminent destruction of our way of life, to bring that truth to my fullest attention.

For example: I spent more on a Christmas tree and pine garland than I normally would. This tree is flipping huge. And why not: let’s make it big and pretty and bright right here and right now. Next Christmas will be very, very different. I also bought better wine for the holidays than I normally would by the same logic. 

More: There’s a massive snowstorm moving in, with 8-12″ forecast. It just started falling in the last hour and will continue until tomorrow night. I hate snow. Hate it so fucking hard. But this time it’s just gonna fall, and I’ll shovel it tomorrow, and it’ll be OK. Why hate the snow? Who has time or energy for that? There may soon come a time when I’ll look back fondly on having the opportunity and choice to clear it.

You get the idea. Don’t mistake me—I want the old mindset back. We’re all going to want it back soon, even (especially) those of us in denial or ignorance about how the whole thing is coming apart. This clarity comes with a heavy sadness I’d rather not carry. No. I’m just noting that this steadily approaching disaster has jarred me into a new kind of mindfulness which therapy, study, and meditation could not. May it last. May it help.

Something I’m a-workin’ on.

Steve stirred the hot chocolate, banging the whisk on the side of the pot. He glanced out over the bar counter of the kitchen and smiled. Darcy was curled up on the floor in front of the couch, a blanket tugged yanked closely around her shoulders. She was looking at the Christmas tree they’d just finished decorating, her chin in her hand, elbow braced on her knees.

She was a picture, the kind he wanted to sketch and his fingers itched to pick up a pencil. Instead he poured her hot chocolate into a mug and then sprinkled a few marshmallows on top. Tonight was about them, their time together, and as much as he wanted to draw his girl and capture the moment forever, he also wanted to actually spend time with her, being present and in the moment.

the beginning of a sweet christmas smutlet for @leftylain

Jade’s a good kid.

Oh, of course. The time wasn’t set to the present moment. Somehow it got reset to a few hundred years ago.

Wait, a few hundred years? Haven’t we been calling this time frame, “Years in the future, but not many”? A few hundred years is usually considered “many” but then again, it depends on what kind of time scale you’re dealing with.

On a universal scale, a few hundred years is pretty insignificant.

Lake Haigler 2016 50 – Anne Springs Close Greenway, Lake Haigler Access, Fort Mill, South Carolina, November 17, 2016

The sacred and the profane

are not polarities,

but perspectives.

Our perception is enlarged, deepened, expanded

by a perspective

that takes everything into account,

including itself.

Sacred and profane

are present in every moment,

in each situation,

as optical options–

the facing silhouettes or the champagne glass,

the old hag or the young girl–

that are held in awareness

but seen in turn,

in a one way or the other,

now you see it, now you don’t,


by eyes that are capable of perceiving


not either/or.

The sacred and the profane

exist together before us in all times and places.

What we see depends on how we look.

“This picture is about the death of the present moment. This phenomenon can be described as a transformation from one point to the other with constant brooding about the past. It means that as people we are not able to experience actual moments fully but instead, we live in a constant balance between the past and the present. The best illustration of this idea is a zombie. A zombie is dead but doesn’t know about it, that’s why it’s so tragical.”

Keep Away From Fire by Urszula Kluz-Knopek (2/5)

garr9988  asked:

I don't think the Hourglass could ever bring Rose to Steven since the Hourglass only brings you to the past, and back the to the present moment that the Hourglass was activated in. Since the future hasn't happened yet, and since the future isn't really set in stone as it is, it can't bring Rose there since at her point in time, the future hadn't happened. Assuming Steven doesn't change anything that would erase himself though, he could theoretically use one to see Rose.

thats not true since steven actually used it to  travel to  the future in the episode it debuted in. 

When you are washing the dishes, washing the dishes must be the most important thing in your life. Just as when you are drinking tea, drinking tea must be the most important thing in your life. Drink your tea slowly and reverently, as if it is the axis on which the whole world revolves—slowly, evenly, without rushing toward the future. Live the actual moment. Only this actual moment is life.
—  Thich Nhat Hanh


Meditation plays a big role in my life. Meditation fortifies my spirit, improves my focus, my desire. When I fight I try to empty my mind. It’s called Mushin. When I don’t see anything around me, I only see that moment. Nothing else matters. that was how I was taught to live.

Lyoto Machida

More sayings from The Dragon here.