interlude: random thoughts on the road to cape reinga

in nature, males always look better than females i.e. peacock & peahen. so why do women try to look so good all the time?

what do fetuses in their mothers' wombs think about and when they are born, what are they thinking when they first see the world? similarly, what about calves? and when they are born, do they wonder about the life they have been born into? do they immediately learn how to eat grass all day long? i can't imagine eating grass all day long.

out here, i wonder alot about animal societies and how mob mentality breeds amongst them. why mayhem seems to suddenly spread amongst the gulls, causing all to start flying in every direction, only to come to rest at the same place and position again. or why all the sheep suddenly start to walk in a line towards another corner of the field, even when there are no sheepdogs around. i wonder why stray dead possums are found on the road so often and why i've not seen a single live one around.

i wonder about the co-existing of cows and birds and the chemistry between sheepdogs and sheep and farmers.

i see the cute little lambs and their mommies and how they walk so awkwardly and i think of reno and the happy smile on his face and his awkward way of walking towards the end of his joy-giving existence. i feel a tinge of sadness, thinking about the inevitable, unavoidable separation that will occur between the lambs and the calves and the new-born babies and their mothers and fathers one day. and i know it has to be that way. i hold on to my faith that everything in this universe springs from and returns to the same source and that we are all inexplicably connected, more than we can ever know, such that there is no separation between life and death, a separation which exists only in thoughts.

Alpha & Omega.

THANK YOU, GOD! the experience of expressing these thoughts on paper gives me the sense that i am here and this is me and i am exactly where i should be, and in this moment, i am in balance.

p.s. once in a while, i pen down stuff in my notebook/on random scrap of paper, tissue, etc when i have the urge to write.