Talking about the weather can be deeper than a trivial distraction when words fail.
Speaking of the weather can be sacred business. A celebration on tender turf. A holy encounter with life and death. A prayer. An answer to a prayer. A baptism into the dimension of Infinity.
Speak to me of the weather. The uniting dividing Force of Nature, which we are a part of. An infinite fractal realm where fear, love, devastation, devotion, wonderment, and bliss can come together in an instant.
Speak to me of the weather. There is nothing trivial about it. Tell me how it brings you to your knees and moves you beyond you.
– mu, ojai ca (11/01/2015)
Synchrodipity! 