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I am the wind. I am the rain. Juan Speed
Oct 31, 2001 3:03 PM
We live in a dualistic society. Us humans and everything else in the universe. Separate. Unequal.
One afternoon a few weeks ago as I dressed for my long commute home, the rain began to fall. The wind began to blow. Our office manager said, "I'll give you a ride home." I told her no thanks, I wanted to ride. As I headed out the door my boss said "let me take you up the mountain in my car." No, I said, I really want to ride. I want to experience the natural world first hand, and face to face. I want to be a part of it.
As I unlocked my Ute, the rain fell harder and turned to sleet. The wind from the north blew even harder. As I began, I was miserable. I was really cold. As I reached the edge of town I had to choose between the paved service road and the trails and gravel roads though the wheat stubble and ranch land with a view of Mt. Ellis to the south. The service road would have been much faster, but without making a concious decision, I hit the trails and gravel road.
After a few miles somthing quite spiritual happened. I was warm. I was dry. The sound of the rain pounding on my rain jacket sounded like tribal drumming honoring the wind and rain gods. I just listened, and tried to rid my brain of all subjective preconciousness. And for a brief few seconds, I was in a new and different place. I was part of the universe. I did not feel the wind or rain. I was the wind. I was the rain.
Then I looked at the cows, and I was me again. Separate. Unequal.
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虔謙2007-04-14 08:09:18回複悄悄話
Also the link for the Giving Tree:
http://pigseye.kennesaw.edu/~phoover/tree.htm
http://archive.mtbr.com/17/0EE90BC1.php
I am the wind. I am the rain. Juan Speed
Oct 31, 2001 3:03 PM
We live in a dualistic society. Us humans and everything else in the universe. Separate. Unequal.
One afternoon a few weeks ago as I dressed for my long commute home, the rain began to fall. The wind began to blow. Our office manager said, "I'll give you a ride home." I told her no thanks, I wanted to ride. As I headed out the door my boss said "let me take you up the mountain in my car." No, I said, I really want to ride. I want to experience the natural world first hand, and face to face. I want to be a part of it.
As I unlocked my Ute, the rain fell harder and turned to sleet. The wind from the north blew even harder. As I began, I was miserable. I was really cold. As I reached the edge of town I had to choose between the paved service road and the trails and gravel roads though the wheat stubble and ranch land with a view of Mt. Ellis to the south. The service road would have been much faster, but without making a concious decision, I hit the trails and gravel road.
After a few miles somthing quite spiritual happened. I was warm. I was dry. The sound of the rain pounding on my rain jacket sounded like tribal drumming honoring the wind and rain gods. I just listened, and tried to rid my brain of all subjective preconciousness. And for a brief few seconds, I was in a new and different place. I was part of the universe. I did not feel the wind or rain. I was the wind. I was the rain.
Then I looked at the cows, and I was me again. Separate. Unequal.
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http://archive.mtbr.com/17/0EE90BC1.php
http://pigseye.kennesaw.edu/~phoover/tree.htm