Ruminating On Rumi

As you start to walk out on the way, the way appears.

~ M. Rumi

Monday, February 27, 2012

Winter's Last Hurrah!

"What's this, what's this, these white balls on the ground...", this seemed to be what Sparky, the silky terrier was thinking. As we started out on our early morning walk he was fascinated by the frozen little orbs of hail. He nuzzled them with his snout, barked at them, sniffed them, licked them. His curiosity is so fresh. At first, i was wondering who had broken up styrofoam outside my window. Then i realized, hail. With the word, hail i was ready to neatly categorize and tuck away the experience of been, here, done that until i was inspired by Sparky's fascination.

This is a little of what i gleaned from the wonderful, world wide web.

Inside Hail 
Hail is precipitation in the form of spherical or irregular pellets. Hail is birthed from a frozen raindrop that is prevented from falling by updrafts in a cumulonimbus cloud. Each time they are pushed into the cold upper layers of the cloud they collide with supercooled water droplets which continue to layer the hailstone until it becomes too heavy and it falls to earth. Hailstones can grow as large as a softball and fall as fast as a 180kph per hour. Hail is just one existence in the mysterious and wonderful life journey of water.

Mostly, what i learned today from Sparky, was that cultivating the curiosity of beginner's eyes, i can just be. In this "be-ing" each moment is free to have infinite possibilities. Without applying the mind's constraints of "knowing" there is a quality of mystery and joy all ways.

So hooray for winter's last hurrah!!

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