Quiet winter days in the northern hemisphere, the final week of the Gregorian year upon us. One wheel around the stars nearly complete; from ideas of beginnings and endings to now, in the “cycle” of things. Our minds, this mind anyway, attaching to that groundless ground of turning, erupts in a sense of reflecting on “what has been,” “what is now,” and “what is to come.”
Quiet winter days
Quiet winter days
Quiet winter days
Quiet winter days in the northern hemisphere, the final week of the Gregorian year upon us. One wheel around the stars nearly complete; from ideas of beginnings and endings to now, in the “cycle” of things. Our minds, this mind anyway, attaching to that groundless ground of turning, erupts in a sense of reflecting on “what has been,” “what is now,” and “what is to come.”