In the air

Spring is around the corner. It’s in the air. It wants to arrive. It’s trying to arrive, despite sudden snow storms. If Spring doesn’t hurry up, I will go cabin fever crazy. There is green stuff ready to pop out of the earth if the snow would just melt. Maybe some already has popped out of the earth underneath the snow, but I need to see it.

Along with the cabin fever crazies, is the near certainty that I’m going to channel some of the spring itch into this blog, tearing it apart and putting it back together into...something. That’s been going on in my head for the past couple of weeks. Maybe it’s time to start removing it from my head and into some actual coding.

Meanwhile, a thought for today. One I discovered in Whiskey River’s Commonplace Book under the heading, rag-and-bone shop. Once in a while a jewel like this ends up in my own commonplace book to be considered over and over...and rediscovered as time passes.

"You see this goblet?” asks Achaan Chaa, the Thai meditation master. “For me this glass is already broken. I enjoy it; I drink out of it. It holds my water admirably, sometimes even reflecting the sun in beautiful patterns. If I should tap it, it has a lovely ring to it. But when I put this glass on the shelf and the wind knocks it over or my elbow brushes it off the table and it falls to the ground and shatters, I say, ‘Of course.’ When I understand that the glass is already broken, every moment with it is precious."

- Mark Epstein, Thoughts Without a Thinker