The quality of light is slightly different at 6:45 am when
it’s already 79 degrees Fahrenheit than on a day that has started out at say,
maybe, 60 degrees or below, I’ve noticed.
I’m not sure why that is.
Certainly there must be some scientific explanation that might serve as
suitable enough a description to satisfy an inquiring mind such as mine?
Alas,
however, I am not a scientist but a philosopher and it is not may way to
grab
hold of scientific knowledge to tout it about but rather to take it in
if and
only if it might serve in some way to improve or challenge my
understanding of
a thing. To describe my sunny
observation of these hot days I have to go into a method of using the
words
inside of my mind to attempt to convey the richness of the hues, the
golden
ever so slightly rosy tint of silver everything seems etched in on the
early
morning of a very hot day and realize this scene and its accompanying
set of associated feelings is not something we all notice very often if
at all. I notice it only because I am an early riser
and I see this on every very warm day.
Sometimes my perception is accompanied by a neutral nonchalance while
at others, a fair bit of trepidation as my mind runs simulations of the
days'
potential events and future potential resulting feelings.
We’ve been unseasonably hot with much humidity of late in my
part of the world but I’m not really here to talk about the weather. I’m here to talk about the human condition
and leading up to that moment when we encounter something we just simply think
we can bear not even one more single moment of.
What then do we do? I suppose our
individual environmental psychology might take over then and dictate how we will handle ourselves when
the weather is so hot and we’re not used to it. For many of us, we’re likely to feel quite
miserable and no doubt that misery is likely to be shared with all in even
remote proximity is some way. Perhaps we
are grumpy and frowning or elated and joyful with the warmth?
Unfortunate or fortunate as that may
seem there is something
I wish to convey in order for you to consider.
No matter what we face here, life on Earth is tenuous at best.
Our consciousness however, is not. Many moons ago on a hot summer day I learned about consciousness in a different way and I’ll never forget what I learned. The impact that learning had on my awareness has nagged me for nearly 20 years and so it is not so surprising I guess that I’m awake staring into the darkness, noticing the stars and the fact that it is still 79-80 degrees Fahrenheit at precisely 5:38 am and I’ve got a full day of yoga training ahead of me.
Our consciousness however, is not. Many moons ago on a hot summer day I learned about consciousness in a different way and I’ll never forget what I learned. The impact that learning had on my awareness has nagged me for nearly 20 years and so it is not so surprising I guess that I’m awake staring into the darkness, noticing the stars and the fact that it is still 79-80 degrees Fahrenheit at precisely 5:38 am and I’ve got a full day of yoga training ahead of me.
One thing I’ve noticed is that the mind is so very powerful as is our ability to perceive and make choices. Although so much seems so involuntary, it isn’t. Maybe we can’t instantaneously and miraculously change the weather in an instant but we can choose whether we feel good or horrible about it and in so doing, changing our experience and how the experience is written into the archives of the soul that bears witness to everything we experience here incarnate and beyond. And through the soul peers the observer that holds nothing other than its drive towards existence in the absence of judgement…a curiosity or knowningness perhaps that regardless of heat or not, the individual is going to be okay no matter how he or she perceives, reacts or does not react to a thing or situation.
When I look at the day ahead this way, It doesn’t much matter to me whether it is hot or cold. It matters to me that I learn to understand the data I take in consciously and sort out that taken in unconsciously and then choose my perceptions and experiences carefully. I also think it is important that I consider well my own ability to help me see my own way home and I’m talking about the home inside of me no matter where I am or go or exist. I exist. Smiling at that, I leave you with wishes for a beautiful day.
