IF - Dusty

In the dusty recesses of my mind an archetypal cowboy lives gleaned from childhood experiences of The Rifleman Man, BB guns and Grandpa’s cowboy hat. This cowboy is a strong individualist, a loner, who lives by a cowboy code and walks, every night, into the sunset.

Summer Has Slipped into Fall

Summer has slipped into fall. I know the calendar still says summer, but the world around says fall. The kids are back in school and the weather is cooler. The daylight is getting shorter. I see football on TV and signs of Halloween are popping up. Transition and change again as I want hold onto something stable, but change is the only outside world constant. So I let go of summer to be in the fall with all its variations. Begin again.

Here Comes the Sun

The summer solstice has passed and the atoms are pulsing faster with the extra energy from the sun. Yesterday, when I drove through downtown Los Angeles, it was a wash in the gold of the light and the yellow basketball jerseys from the Lakers parade. The grit of the city was glittering and all where in an upbeat mood. In the evening, with the sun hanging extra long above the horizon before sunset, people in front of a Target store stood around, with smiles on their faces, hugging puppies. This may be a new form of therapy and it was free, as the sign said, “Free puppies.” I think the summer and winter solstices are points in and out of time where the temporal and eternal merge together if only for a nanosecond.

In a google search I found that "Sol + stice derives from a combination of Latin words meaning "sun" + "to stand still." As the days lengthen, the sun rises higher and higher until it seems to stand still in the sky." I think time on these days stands still too.