Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Reflections on mortality...and arrowheads
This morning: corner of the yard outside my office and view from the beach. An easy day to not work...
On the other hand, I look for arrowheads on the beaches on Kootenay Lake, where I live. I have found dozens of small chippings and about 6 full arrowheads so far. I showed them to someone who knows archeology and the history of the Ktunaxa people, who lived (and still live) in this area. For a few he said, "Probably pretty new, within 250 years." For one he said, "This is an older style - normally we figure this is 1,000 years old or more."
Geez, some guys sat on my beach 1,000 years ago, knocking chips off the churt. Maybe they lost my arrowhead or maybe it was a reject. "Hey man, there's time to get it right, get rid of that one."
When I hold one of these things, I sometimes do get a deeper sense of time and place.
Now those people who squatted on my beach are moisture in the sky, or dust, or soil, or merged into one of the ancient cedar trees that still survive in a few valleys in these mountains. Blink of time.
With such a short stay here, what matters? You tell me what you think, and I'll tell you what I think.
Whoops, I'm rambling.
What matters? Not many of things we spend time worrying about I'd say.
Beth - very simple and worthy too...
Kimber - yes, it's interesting how we react when things are wonderful, isn't it? Maybe it's mortality awareness at work too. Enjoy your happiness! (I ordered your book by the way.)
Casdok - I work from a home office, so yes, that's right outside the door. Sometimes I sit there having coffee when I should be sitting here at the computer.
I would sit there having coffee too if I were in your shoes. I bet it is good for the creativity or sharpening your brain. Those arrowheads, that must feel interesting to hold one of those in your hand and get the vibe from the former owner. I do not think much of anything about this whole sense of time and space. It just does not occur to me. I bet it would occur more if I lived near such grand nature. The city takes those thoughts out of a person. You just become an ant on the land and the land is just the man-made land, highways and such.
Scarlet - I don't believe in much to be honest with you. I really don't know what happens to our awareness when life leaves the frame. I'm open to finding out and am comfortable with the idea that it's blank and over when it's over. I think that all the heaven, paradise, hell and other places-stuff is human being projecting their limited fears and imaginations and nothing more...What a meagre universe it would be if there was some moralistic method behind it all. How tiny.
Incarnation is more fun to imagine. Hey, I'm pretty sure you and I were siblings in another life, but you were the boy and I was the girl! And we were royalty (of course).
I think experience is the great teacher but in whisky Teachers Scotch Whisky is the great experience?
And being aware I think is to be aware (heightened sense through emotions or casual agency or stimuli) of our consciousness?
I'm just so damn lazy or tired these days that my energy dribbles down to a trickle when it comes to leaving comments on blogs. It's not a personal thing Gary, it is just lifecircumstances - waiting for the second wind, sort of ....
Lindsay, I love the profound thoughts in your post ... and the whisky reference too!
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