Thursday, February 6, 2014

Tonight

The days go by. We are in Nevada. It is night again. And cold outside. The snow has not melted. The shadows are aglow with it. More snow is predicted tonight but otherwise, the land is in drought. The worst in history. The ringing never stops in my ears although, most of the day I do not hear it. I am grateful for that. I always valued silence.

I am gripped by melancholy but stay busy. I need to hurry but have nowhere to go. The I Ching has advised me, "Scurrying like a mouse. Such blind panic increases the danger." M. Lee sent me the link to the song I was looking for. He's good at reading the moment from the other room.



5 comments:

Roy said...

I showed this to Uma and she agrees, although she wishes it not to become widely known among mice.

In truth, she has never seen a mouse, unless you count her mouse cat toy, which is pink, and his only one little felt ear.

asha said...

William Shakespeare was born in the Year of the Rat and I assume Uma is fond of him even though he did not have pink ears so I do not think she means any rodent harm.

Roy said...

Of course not. Like vampires, cats love their prey.

Roy said...

Didn't mean for that to sound quite that sinister.

asha said...

Didn't sound sinister at all. That's cats, right? They never want us to forget they actually are lions. :)