GM. It's 8;30 AM. I am writing this later than usual. No work today. Not for the next 3 days Thank you Lord.

The first fire about burned down. I hear blue jays outside. No noise in the house besides the space heater I start out of habit and the occasional crackle of burning wood.

It's above average temperature outside. 33 on our thermometer. By tomorrow we are supposed to be in the single digits and have 6 to 12 inches of snow on the ground.

Annie was reading the weather report to me last night from her phone. They're calling it a "bomb cyclone." I laughed.

I read out of "Time and The Sou" before writing this. I can pick that book up, start anywhere, and I'm hooked.

It's always been that way with me. Philosophy and psychology pull me in.

Jacob Needleman, the author, throws a wisdom phrase in there that doesn't let me go.

Last week it was "the other door." That's the door that becomes more apparent as we age. I'm 51. I feel and think about that door more than I did when I was 30.

This morning it was "the soft eyes of the heart." He claims that all of our self help techniques fall short because they don't offer us this. He's got a point. Who talks about the depths of the heart anymore?

Basically it's use your time effeciently, effectively, and you will be rewarded monetarily. Yet time moves faster and faster.

Time, he says, only slows down when the Self and the self make contact. Our breathing and sense of time changes. I can't tell you how many times I have felt this standing on a frozen lake ice fishing under moon light. The feeling of "I exist" arises.

Let me throw this out there. Mother Nature softens the heart; while all this technology we are dependent on tends to harden it.

That's it for now.

Morning Fire 77

12.28.25

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