Ahh,
Autumn, favorite season! As right at this time! Indian summer, with glorious sunny days!
The first step towards cosmic awareness I think, and the single best remedy for any kind of depressive mood, is to leave ones books and the four walls of home, and go out into Nature and study real Life.
Had a wonderful stroll yesterday afternoon. Went into the woods, with a basket for the possibility of finding chanterells. Got lost, and couldn't find the way to my favorite mushroom picking place, so there were no mushrooms this time around. This afternoon was set for visuals, rather than utility. The pine stems were covered with bluish lichen, fluorescent in the shade. There was a brook with strangely red water trickling, and I imagined it being wine (completely out of place in this northern climate), (or perhaps, possibly blood, but I wasn't in the horror mood).
Out on the halcyon fields, where sheep graced in pastoral idyll, mists were rising from yesterday's rains, causing the setting sun to beam forth shafts of light from behind the hillocks, while gossamer drifted on the air and insects danced.
There was only one "snake" in my afternoon paradise. In the wood I was attacked by nasty brownish flies with rudimentary wings, that jumped at me from the branches, trying to suck my blood. Unlike ordinary flies, they are flat-bodied, and difficult to scrape off once they land on your skin. They are as subtle as a birth mole to the touch of your fingers. And they don't die when you smack or flick them. They just make a sharp turn in the air and are right back at you. It seems they aim for shadowy spots, often hiding behind the ears. One even flew straight into my nose. Then I started running in panic. And I regret not bringing a comb, because they were all over my hair, crawling down to the scalp. Disgusting creatures!
I guess cosmic awareness would mean not getting upset by such small local details of mundane discomfort, and just let them crawl all over you. ;) Or at least, remove them in a matter of fact way, without emotional turmoil. ;)
I did end my stroll with a degree of
utility. For out by the sea, in the last remaing radiance of light, I plucked blue sea mussels, which I took home and cooked a dinner from.