I have grown cosmos now like Gary had done for a
number of years following the gardening tradition of the Spanish monks who
named the flower. The word cosmos has come to have meanings tied to both
the universe and to spiritual matters. Cosmic
luck circumnavigates the two. I
plant those cosmos. They
will grow and breezes will move them in delicate ways. That I happened to be sitting in a
pathway weeding and caught sight from a low angle of a single cosmos streaking
across the dark glazed surface is the luck. The spiritual part comes from the
beauty of the flower and the satisfaction of being present. That is cosmic luck. Cosmic
blessings.
I find that such simple
things please me like the moon during an eclipse, the beauty of a pile of multi-colored
peppers or a sunset with the appearance of a tractor unexpectedly blowing a cloud of dust off to the
east across the photo. With time on my hands I can have an intentional willingness to be
present to appreciate the unexpected.
I stood in line
waiting to order a cup of soup yesterday at the Great Pacific Restaurant in
Pendleton. I came eye-to-eye with a sales rack of Cosmic Cowboy
Coffee-dyed Brown Socks for $12 a pair. Cosmic! I am writing about cosmic! Someone had maybe
noticed those softly-colored brown coffee stains on their mother's lace
tablecloth and clutching the memory into adulthood thought up with the idea to dye
socks with coffee and sell them to coffee-drinking cowboys. A cosmic
shift from the white socks of engineers to the brown coffee-stained boot socks.
Innovations and inventions are ideas incubated between the predictable
and accidental cosmic shifts in the mind. I could hardly resist not
buying a pair. Maybe they would make me into a cowboy. Ha, I would
like that!
Cosmic blessings.
I am trying to tell you that joy is mostly in little things. I can give you examples like waking
up seemingly at the precise moment that a flock of magpies slant across the
window, shifting a rug under a chair and spying that little red straw that has
gone missing for months that makes the can of WD40 spray into crevices (last
seen in my car so ever long ago), crossing the path of an old friend only days
before thinking of them and certainly the most
universal sign of cosmic blessings getting the parking space in front of the
door. Children eventually grow up and learn that the moon circles the
earth not them. Adults grow up learning that science and math can make
precise predictions and yet life is unpredictable. Cosmically blessed.
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